13th of Spring, 516 AV
It had been a slow, quiet morning in the Ravens Rose, and for once Tanith couldn't care less. The weather was pleasant and warm, and that, combined with a quiet store, had given her the chance to spend the day drying and preparing various herbs and mushrooms, a much needed chore. “Tanith.” Astrid called, poking her head back into the store room. “There’s a customer asking for you.” Tanith perked up, interested. Usually when she was asked for specifically it was either a friend visiting her, or a complaint. She set the sprigs of herbs she had been preparing aside, and made her way out of the store room. Tanith’s interests dropped as she entered into the main room of the shop; It was neither. Judith, a familiar customer, if a pain of one, had dropped by. She was the type of Dynast that simply refused to leave her order with a slave, clearly believing them to be so below her that they were little more than bugs. Tanith greeted her politely nonetheless, approaching the counter to take the woman’s order.
She noted the order down as Judith thanked her. "As always, it's my pleasure. Drop by later this afternoon and we'll have it ready for you." She assured the other woman, setting the scrap of paper aside, to smile politely, if stiffly. Judith ignored her cue to leave, and instead set a meaty hip against the counter and made herself comfortable, clearly planning to spend the next while inside The Ravens Rose, much to the owners dismay.
Judith for the most part was a rather dull, short, plump Ackina, who seemed rather fond of gossip and rumours. From her simpering and sycophantic attitude, Tanith got the impression that the woman was quite low in the family, likely little better than a freeborn. She picked up the waiting work nearest her and did her best to tune out the nasally, dithering voice, but a few snippets managed to catch the Sitai's attention.
"Is that so?" Tanith replied with all the interest she could muster as the woman moved to a different topic; her daughters new tutor. "Mmm, Valerius Nitrozian, just up the road." Judith hummed, her little, watery eyes boring into Tanith, giving the impression she was about to reveal some great secret. "He's a nobleman from Ravok as well! Only the best for my little girl!" Taniths interests were piqued further. What on earth is a Ravokian nobleman doing tutoring Kenashian brats? She wondered to herself, pausing in her work to glance up at her customer. "Oh? And why is he here in Kenash?" She questioned, setting down her knife and sweeping slivers of dried mushrooms into the palm of her hand. "Who knows!" Judith exclaimed, smiling pleasantly, clearly pleased that she had set the seed of interest. "I have heard he has a particular interest in Akalaks, if you know what I mean." She continued, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. A surprised laugh escaped Tanith Is this woman serious? She wondered, tipping the mushrooms into her mortar. "Perhaps the proximity to Riverfall is what attracts him here then." She couldn't help but giggle in response. The Ackina woman laughed as well, and after a few words, took her leave, her rumours spreading job done for the day.
"Astrid." Tanith called once Judith had left, turning to lean against the counter, her arms crossed comfortably over her chest as her slave joined her. "Yes?" Astrid answered, cleaning scraps of mushroom from the counter beside Tanith. "I'm going to slip out to visit this Nitrozian man." She decided, pushing herself off the counter to stand up straight. If this man really is a noble, having him in my corner could be quite the benefit to me. "I'm fairly sure I know which is his office, so I'll go up and welcome him to Kenash. Will you be okay with the shop while I'm gone?" She questioned, waiting for Astrids nod of agreement before she set about getting ready to set out.
Tanith huffed in mild frustration as she looked down at her work dress. She could always return home and change, but she had the time and wherewithal here and now, so she would make do. In any case, Tanith was a strong believer of portraying one's status through behaviour and manner rather than adornment. Tanith set her apron aside, sweeping a hand down the front of her dress in order to ensure that the fabric was nothing less than pristine, and set off towards the top end of the island.
It was a short, pleasant walk to The Art of Speaking. The office was small and neat from the outside, and Tanith nearly walked straight past without noticing. Tidying herself up once more, Tanith stepped up to the door and knocked, ready to introduce herself once it was answered.