Another day at the forge had set Steel's shoulders and arms aflame. The order she was commissioned for took far longer than she had anticipated, having run out of the ore to smelt the ingots needed. Overall, it was a case of a simple job going completely pear-shaped due to her own stupidity.
The guildmaster of Naldiq and Vymelli's had been cross...but supportive. "Take it as a lesson", the Miqo'te said, then sent Steel on her way. The bitter sting of disappointment was still oozing over her body language like a thick film despite how comforting the guildmaster's tone had been.
She needed a drink. Maybe three.
Steel made her way into the Drowning Wench and sat herself at the first open table that she saw. She nodded to the bartender as she entered, and the silent order was passed from her mind to his, as she was becoming a more than regular face to the establishment recently. Steel sat into the chair like a dropped sack of popotoes, sighing in defeat and exhaustion as she did. Her hands hit the table with a dull thud, as her frustration poured out of her form.
The strike to the table had jarred a folded parchment loose. It noisily fluttered into the Roegadyn's lap.
Confused, Steel blinked and opened the parchment. Written within was a curious, meandering, but altogether friendly letter from someone named Saachi. The writer divulged far too much information for a piece of correspondence just stuffed beneath a table in a tavern...but, then, Steel had bourne witness to much stranger happenings.
As her tankard of mead arrived, Steel requested a parchment and a quill. Saachi had requested a response, and she was willing to play along with the odd missive's request...
Steel folded up the parchment and took another long pull from her tankard. Â She sighed, feeling a bit sad at what she had just written out...but at the same time, she felt a little relief. Â Nobody was around to talk to, save for this mystery scribe, and it felt good to lay bare some of her mind's weight...or perhaps it was just too much drink too fast that loosened her demeanour.
She took the folded parchment and handed it to the innkeeper. Â Upon hearing the name of Saachi, the large Roegadyn smiled broadly and nodded his full understanding. Â Another regular customer.
It had been a very odd day overall, she thought, as she went back to the table to nurse the tankard waiting there.
The guildmaster of Naldiq and Vymelli's had been cross...but supportive. "Take it as a lesson", the Miqo'te said, then sent Steel on her way. The bitter sting of disappointment was still oozing over her body language like a thick film despite how comforting the guildmaster's tone had been.
She needed a drink. Maybe three.
Steel made her way into the Drowning Wench and sat herself at the first open table that she saw. She nodded to the bartender as she entered, and the silent order was passed from her mind to his, as she was becoming a more than regular face to the establishment recently. Steel sat into the chair like a dropped sack of popotoes, sighing in defeat and exhaustion as she did. Her hands hit the table with a dull thud, as her frustration poured out of her form.
The strike to the table had jarred a folded parchment loose. It noisily fluttered into the Roegadyn's lap.
Confused, Steel blinked and opened the parchment. Written within was a curious, meandering, but altogether friendly letter from someone named Saachi. The writer divulged far too much information for a piece of correspondence just stuffed beneath a table in a tavern...but, then, Steel had bourne witness to much stranger happenings.
As her tankard of mead arrived, Steel requested a parchment and a quill. Saachi had requested a response, and she was willing to play along with the odd missive's request...
Steel folded up the parchment and took another long pull from her tankard. Â She sighed, feeling a bit sad at what she had just written out...but at the same time, she felt a little relief. Â Nobody was around to talk to, save for this mystery scribe, and it felt good to lay bare some of her mind's weight...or perhaps it was just too much drink too fast that loosened her demeanour.
She took the folded parchment and handed it to the innkeeper. Â Upon hearing the name of Saachi, the large Roegadyn smiled broadly and nodded his full understanding. Â Another regular customer.
It had been a very odd day overall, she thought, as she went back to the table to nurse the tankard waiting there.
