(sheridan)Gathering for the next requests

[Raven Astin]

Raven walked out of the castle with a list of food to buy but not only that a list of textiles that the ladies and men of the castle wanted for her to make them something. It also didn't hurt the fact that she needed to buy some of her own. This was what she got for telling others she was decent at making clothes and that hers she made herself. A servant was better off having a few tricks up their sleeves to keep even the slightest positions that they made within the ranks of servitude. Raven rather liked working in the castle and it as least gave her brother as slight peace of mind that she would have a roof over her had not that she couldn't help him out. This was just how they saw best to keep themselves safe.

She walked over to her brothers door and walked in. She left a note on a counter where a tea pot was resting. She walked out without another word. He was making things and he'd know she had been there. He took his job with pride. After all he did make most of the swords for the King and his knights. There were others as well but he had a talent to make more things then just weapons. She looked down the market road wondering whether it was a better idea to get the food she needed first or to go to the textile shop. She continued her little walk putting in the order for the food that was needed for the kitchens and replying that she would return to pick up the orders. They all knew her well enough to know that she's be back.

She walked into the textile shop after placing her last order on the list of food that she needed. She looked around still standing by the front door. She looked down at her list of things and back up again. This could take longer then she thought it might. Still it was nice to be out of the castle and allowed to think in ways she could not there. She didn't realize the owner coming up to her as she looked around.

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[Sheridan Lovell]

Coming in through the back door of the store, Sheridan was weighted down with three heavy bundles of cloth. New supply from the merchants, fixed up by her mother back at home. With a huff, she threw the three bundles onto the ground in the shelving area and began to sort them into their compartments by color and the kind of material. Sure, owning a textile store wasn’t glamorous, but it fed her, her mother, and her younger brother. That’s all she really needed in this life. She was dressed in a tighter-fitting man’s tunic today, made of fine, green cloth with a simple white undershirt beneath, a brown belt, brown cloth leggings, and leather boots. She’d pulled her hair up into a messy bun, leaving a few loose strands. Attached to the belt was a small sheath, with a simple iron dagger slipped into it.

After getting the cloth organized, she traveled up and down the shelving, making sure everything was in order. She periodically glanced toward the entrance of the store and outside the windows, keeping an eye out for customers, or thieves. Some foolish boy had tried to steal some of her goods a week ago, probably to pawn them off to the black market. He got a sound whooping, but she didn’t stab him or call the guards. Not worth it. There were plenty of people less fortunate than her and her family. They, too, had gone through a time of poverty after her father had died, but luckily they managed to start surviving again on selling textiles. Her mother had a knack for sewing, and was trying to teach Sheridan, who had a knack for business instead. Charismatic and not one to back down, she became skilled in the art of haggling, and that has paid off well.

After rounding another corner, she spotted someone standing in the entrance out of the corner of her eye. Didn’t look like much of a thief, so she smiled, glad to see a customer. It had been rather dead today. She seemed a little preoccupied and kept glancing down at a list. Either shopping for her family or whoever she served, she guessed. Fixing up one last bundle of wool in a shelf, she made her way over to the distracted young woman. ”Well hello there, miss. Are you going to come in and have a look around, or just stand there and fill my doorframe with your lovely visage?” She had a teasing smirk on her face, leaning against the shelving nearby and looking at her newest customer. She had to admit, she was quite good looking, so the flirt in her had no trouble coming out.