Meriel let out a sigh as she drank the last of her camomile tea, feeling her muscles relax a bit, delivering boxes of iron ore from Ul'dah to the Leatherworkers' guild in Gridania was a task like no other to her, mainly because she never traveled this far before in her life.
"why would leather workers ask for iron ore anyway?" Meriel wondered ,she shrugged dismissing her curious self "what's important is I got paid, I better not dwell on such things".
she took out her journal and started writing..or tried to...as a loud burp interrupted her -creative- chain of thought.
Meriel fought the urge to look at the source of the noise, if anything, she learnt from her visits to the Quicksand, is to never make eye contact with loud customers, so she decided to not take any chances here either, turning her focus to the empty page on the table before her.
"why would leather workers ask for iron ore anyway?" Meriel wondered ,she shrugged dismissing her curious self "what's important is I got paid, I better not dwell on such things".
she took out her journal and started writing..or tried to...as a loud burp interrupted her -creative- chain of thought.
Meriel fought the urge to look at the source of the noise, if anything, she learnt from her visits to the Quicksand, is to never make eye contact with loud customers, so she decided to not take any chances here either, turning her focus to the empty page on the table before her.
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