June 18th, 2004
|mistressnelle||09:14 am - All our separate ways...|
Okay, Cler-Mun, I love you! You read the other list! Yay!!!! ::this is your DM-esque person happy::
Laelith nodded to Mier, "I just need 10 allutes for her company, and you and she can talk all you'd like." There was a smile playing on her impish face. "As for a room, would you prefer a garden suite, or a mannor suite? And do you wish me to have a meal and drinks sent, and a bath drawn before you retire?"
Each of the attending girls waited by the baths for the occupants of their rooms, wondering what they would be bid to do, glad, for a change, not to be upon the wall.
Elise, the girl sent to attend on Cleriden, hurried about his desired tasks. She gathered his requested rations from the kitchens, and then badages and some ointments, salves and potion tablets from the infermery. She also detailed a map and directions to the mannor's armory, so that he may either purchase or order what he needed. Upon disposing the used bandages and delivering the elf's garments to the laundress, she had a bit of time to chat with the pleasant older woman over the wash basin, none to proud to help out where she could. They passed the remainder of Elise's two mark allotment together, laughing and generally making the best they could of the night. There was almost one blunder with a heavy gown of the Lady's, but it was solved quickly enough. More importantly, the presence of a dress meant that the Mistress had been at the mannor recently, even if they had not seen her.
As Elise traversed the maze of hallways leading to the gardens, she thought about the Lady. Sure, she kept slaves, but she treated them well, and when all was said and done, she loved them in her own way, and they all loved her in return.
She was still thinking on the situation when she arrived at the door to Cleriden's cottage. With a gentle knock, she waited from him to admit her. "Kind sir, it's Elise, your attendant. I have what things you've requested." She held nothing as she stood there, but as had been displayed, one need not be holding something to posess it.
Laelith pulls up a stool at the bar, relaxing for the moment she is able. She calls down a goblet and a bottle of Yarabah from behind the bar. She pours herself a tall glass, uncertain as to why she enjoyed the bloodwyne, but using her wand to call forth a flame, heating the drink from underneath regardless.
As she drank, she materialized the tavern ledgers, marking in who had taken rooms and what drinks she had served, and also noting Meir's payment for Bianca. The bookwork did not take long, but she kept the ledges out regardless, having half a mind to get a head start on totaling the month's rather minescule profits and losses.
She went through an easy bottle of Yarabah while doing this.