3rd Winter 513 AV
It was with a clatter that the door of the Casket opened. The hum of the sea was within its walls, the gentle afternoon song drifting through. In honesty it was not as bad as she first imagined, the people - though sailors - were fine, and the fiery temperament of the owner appealed to her. Why keep yourself back like others? There was only a smirk as he heard his coarse voice drift on through as he enlightened a patron with tales beyond thought. Fingers grasped tighter as she hitched up the crate, the top edge pressing into her throat as she carried it between the tables. There was only a glance up to the bright haired lass as she passed on through, but none seemed to disturb her in her journey.
"Aye, Sami, yeh dudn't get lost finding the shipment then?" Krakow's voice broke out from the hearth. She gave only a glance towards him, barely able to locate the owner among the sea of faces. She gave a pause, eyes scanning and searching before she met his gaze. There was a blink, then the sharp Inartan accent breaking out across the room, "No old man! I got back in one piece. Followed the dock straight as you said!"
"Old man? You taking that Kraken?" one of the patrons snorted.
"Yea hear her accent? Kid means no harm by it. Besides, I am gettin' that way," Krakow laughed, brushing it off and then giving a point to behind the bar, "Take the bottles behind there and sort them out will you lass? When you've done that try and keep things tidy, right?"
"Tidy, right?" her face pulled slightly, and then she sent herself spurring onwards to where he had pointed.
Placing the crate down behind it she pried it open, her eyes looking down onto the imported wine that had come in from further afield. Where was not her concern nor did it interest her, she was here to simply sort it out and organise. Brushing away the packing straw, the Inarta took down a crouch and pulled at the bottles. The world however continued to go on around her, the glass chinking together as she pressed the bottles to the back of the shelf beneath. General labour work was fairly straight forward, there was little to worry about - it was just the people she had to be wary of. She slicked back her hair when done, putting the now empty crate to one side. Her attention was then directed to the tables, her form made animated as she turned to working on keeping things 'tidy'.
It was with a clatter that the door of the Casket opened. The hum of the sea was within its walls, the gentle afternoon song drifting through. In honesty it was not as bad as she first imagined, the people - though sailors - were fine, and the fiery temperament of the owner appealed to her. Why keep yourself back like others? There was only a smirk as he heard his coarse voice drift on through as he enlightened a patron with tales beyond thought. Fingers grasped tighter as she hitched up the crate, the top edge pressing into her throat as she carried it between the tables. There was only a glance up to the bright haired lass as she passed on through, but none seemed to disturb her in her journey.
"Aye, Sami, yeh dudn't get lost finding the shipment then?" Krakow's voice broke out from the hearth. She gave only a glance towards him, barely able to locate the owner among the sea of faces. She gave a pause, eyes scanning and searching before she met his gaze. There was a blink, then the sharp Inartan accent breaking out across the room, "No old man! I got back in one piece. Followed the dock straight as you said!"
"Old man? You taking that Kraken?" one of the patrons snorted.
"Yea hear her accent? Kid means no harm by it. Besides, I am gettin' that way," Krakow laughed, brushing it off and then giving a point to behind the bar, "Take the bottles behind there and sort them out will you lass? When you've done that try and keep things tidy, right?"
"Tidy, right?" her face pulled slightly, and then she sent herself spurring onwards to where he had pointed.
Placing the crate down behind it she pried it open, her eyes looking down onto the imported wine that had come in from further afield. Where was not her concern nor did it interest her, she was here to simply sort it out and organise. Brushing away the packing straw, the Inarta took down a crouch and pulled at the bottles. The world however continued to go on around her, the glass chinking together as she pressed the bottles to the back of the shelf beneath. General labour work was fairly straight forward, there was little to worry about - it was just the people she had to be wary of. She slicked back her hair when done, putting the now empty crate to one side. Her attention was then directed to the tables, her form made animated as she turned to working on keeping things 'tidy'.
