80th Day
Winter 512AV
Shiress slid an apron over her head and tied the back. She pulled her hair back into a loose ponytail as she glanced around an empty tavern. She was determined to play her best game at this new job. She loved the city of Syliras and the people in it. She called this place home and she was determined to make this work.
Reaching underneath the bar she pulled out a piece of steel, flint rock and a few scraps of parchment and made her way to the fireplace. She put 3 large logs in place and laid the parchment on top of the largest one. She held the flint and steel just below the parchment and began to strike the steel against the flint. Three strikes later and a little encouragement from Shiress, she had herself a roaring fire.
She made her way back to the bar, put away the flint and steel, grabbed a damp cloth and moved to the nearest table to wipe it down. She continued from table to table until each one was clean, putting chairs in place as she went.
She picked up a long piece of straw from the fireplace mantle and touched it's end to the flame, igniting it's small tip and made her way from table to table lighting the small lamps in the center of each. Stopping at the last table, Shiress glanced around the now flickering room making sure she lit each lamp.
She stepped behind the bar as she glanced toward the entrance as the door swung open. She still got a little nervous just before the tavern filled with patrons, but a smile propped her cheeks high as the first customer of the day made their way in.