Closed Knowledge shared... [Leila]

[Aleron Mangrove]

Timestamp: Spring 84th, 513 AV

It's a somewhat chilly Spring morning, for Zeltiva at least, but to Aleron, used to the rain, cold and hard work of Syliras, it's practically paradise, and he looks around the city with a warm smile after stepping out of the World's End Grotto, brimming with enthusiasm. He moves to start exploring the city at a brisk walk, looking for any sort of place where he might be able to help supply medical aid - seeking a part time job, or some other way to make money while he's here, opting to apply for the University later in the afternoon - after hearing so much about it, rumors and whispers of the greatness of it, he's almost overwhelmed to be here at last, to hone what he already knows, and learn more to help with his medical knowledge. He keeps his excitement as under wraps as he ever does, which is to say it's incredibly obvious to anyone who happened to glance his way, a broad grin on the man, a backpack on, although it doesn't have a huge amount in it right now.

He spends much of his time exploring, even if he doesn't find what he's looking for, he enjoys finding out more about this city, where things are, how to get from one place to another, and exactly what there actually is in city, taking in the sight of the water. He explores the Old Quarter and the exterior of the University on his wander, simply enjoying the sight of it all, taking in everything he couldn't after the long, tiresome journey here, which ended in him falling asleep almost before he hit the pillow, in his rented room, moving as though making up for lost time, a brisk walk. In his haste, his boot laces comes undone, and, preoccupied with taking in the sight of the place, he doesn't notice, until he trips over them, stumbling with a quietly muttered, "Shyke." As he almost goes head first into the group, pulling off an awkward looking stumble instead, straightening himself up afterwards, as though that's going to undo people seeing that, looking like he just tripped over his own fat feet. He moves to take a few steps, before frowning, stopping, and going down to one knee, doing his laces up.

He stands out no small amount, - wandering around without an obvious aim or pattern, looking like a tourist - considering his height and, at least to some extent, his broadness, wearing plain trousers and a plain top, covered by a simple jacket, all neat, clean, tidy. His face is clean shaven, short hair combed down, and he smells faintly of soap, grinning at everyone he happens to meet, carefully moving out of the way of people before they move out of his, where possible, before making a severe tactical blunder - he looks up at the sky, breathing in the air deeply, not looking where he's going.

[Leila]

Leila was on her way to work at the World's End Grotto to start her day shift bartending. She was glad her shop was opening soon, for she was tiring of this life serving drinks. It was chilly out, and she'd forgotten her cloak back in her house, as she moved through the slight fog. There were a few people out this early, but not a lot. She hustled down through West Street, greeting her neighbors as she passed them. She was pondering trying a new drink combination today. She wanted to stop by the Fish Market later, see if she could find anything worthwhile. Maybe a good fruit, some berries, that she could juice and add to her honeyed mead. That could be good. She wasn't really minding her path, and bumped into someone, and fell backwards onto her rump. "Ow... Oh I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying any attention at all, are you okay?" She stood up, wiped nonexistent dirt from her bottom, a blush rising in her face as she looked her collision buddy over. He was sooooo tall! He was a big man, but he didn't look scary, he actually looked rather kind. He wasn't especially handsome in Leila's eyes, but he wasn't especially ugly either. "If you're not doing anything, how about I bring you with me to work at the World's End Grotto and make it up to you with a meal and a drink? I'm Leila by the way, Leila Hughes. And you are?"

[Aleron Mangrove]

Aleron let out a plain, "Oof!" At the impact, of course, not something he was expecting at all, he gave a quick, "Sorry, Miss! Are you okay?" Offering her a hand up once he's gathered himself a little, come back to his senses properly, as surprised by the impact as her, it would seem, although considering their size distance, he seems to have come off better for it. He looks at her at though very concerned, worried for her health immediately, "You're not hurt, are you?" He enquires carefully after a moment or two. Once she's confirmed that she's fine (assuming she does confirm such a thing), he gives a relieved sigh and a warm smile. "Thank goodness for that." He says lightly.

"Very sorry, miss I wasn't looking where I was going either." He admitted after a moment, giving a faint shrug. "I'd like that, Miss Hughes, but I'd have to make you the same offer in return, that was likely more my fault than yours, I shouldn't be leaving my head in the clouds like that. World's End Grotto's where I'm staying anyway, actually." He gave a brief, warm smile, before adding, "I'm Aleron Mangrove, a pleasure to meet you, Miss Hughes." Unless she made some sort of motion to interject or say something, he would start walking with her back to the Grotto, with an apologetic, "Sorry again, about all that."

Compared to him, the woman is tiny, almost a full foot shorter than him, but then, that could be said of a lot of women. He considers her to be rather thin, perhaps a little underweight, with pretty hair and eyes. Not wanting to make the trip in silence, and unsure how far away they are without consulting his map, he asks lightly, with a kind smile, "So, the Grotto? What do you do there, if you don't mind my asking?"

[Leila]

"Well if you're staying at the grotto, then let us go together, and I can get to know you better Aleron." She started down the street, knowing the trip would only take a few chimes, but it was always nice to have someone to walk with. "I manage the bar there. Make drinks, take orders, clean up, nothing too exciting. But I get to meet a lot of people and hear their stories, and it keeps me busy. I'm only working there until the end of the season though. I will be opening my own shop way back that way," she pointed back past them to the northwest, "I open up on the first of summer, with a big potluck dinner for anyone who wishes to come." She smiled at the people on the streets, trying to forget the worry of Ricky having been missing for most of the season now. She was just about ready to try and move on, to continue living as she had before him. But she would always remember him. "So what brings your daydreaming self wandering down this way? I'm guessing you're new to town if you're staying at the Grotto."