Aya was wiping down freshly washed glasses, setting each carefully in its rack. It was a late night, but Momodi needed the help, and the peace that seemed to settle over the place in the wee hours at least made the extra work easier to bear.
She lifted her gaze from one such glass, smiling softly, to the paladin. Her smile became a bright grin as she recalled the last time she had seen him, "And a good evening to you too, Ser Warren!" The Ishgardian accent played so delightfully along the girl's voice, imparting a little dose of mystery upon every word.
"The Grindstone keeping you busy? Well, you know how it goes here~ pirates, trouble-makers, and louts all night long! No end of trouble!" She laughed softly while finishing drying off the glass, sliding it snugly onto the rack and into place against its fellows. "Especially once the Grindstone lets out and the ruffians start to trickle in here." She cants her head, peering at him with lips pulled into a pursing smirk, and a playfulness in her eyes, "You're not another ruffian now, are you?"
She lifted her gaze from one such glass, smiling softly, to the paladin. Her smile became a bright grin as she recalled the last time she had seen him, "And a good evening to you too, Ser Warren!" The Ishgardian accent played so delightfully along the girl's voice, imparting a little dose of mystery upon every word.
"The Grindstone keeping you busy? Well, you know how it goes here~ pirates, trouble-makers, and louts all night long! No end of trouble!" She laughed softly while finishing drying off the glass, sliding it snugly onto the rack and into place against its fellows. "Especially once the Grindstone lets out and the ruffians start to trickle in here." She cants her head, peering at him with lips pulled into a pursing smirk, and a playfulness in her eyes, "You're not another ruffian now, are you?"
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