[Nell du'Galle]

Lohrtar Silvermoon

Afternoon, Brightening 16 of Imperos, Era XI (PF)

Gavriella took the offered letter, an eyebrow quirked as Lohrtar continued to explain his reasons for coming to The Artists's Nook. Her eyes, a pale blue not revealed in the mural behind the counter, quickly skimmed over the parchment which confirmed the dark-haired man's request as a genuine one. "I see," she half-murmured, looking up again to take in Lohrtar's appearance, "Well, we were looking for someone to help out with serving customers in our little store so there is a position available. Would you just give me a moment, Mr Silvermoon."

Her smile was sweet and friendly, before she moved across the floor to speak with a dark-haired young man who was engaged in demonstrating the range of paper and parchment that lay in neat stacks to a customer. One could only assume it was her husband, for there was a few moments of hushed conference, the pair looking over to Lohrtar a few times, noticing his travel-weary features. The man finally shrugged and the woman returned to Lohrtar.

"Well, Mr Silvermoon, or may I call you Lohrtar? My name is Gavriella Murasys, by the way, and my husband over there is Nevyn," she explained before continuing. "We have a room which you could use over the shop if you wish, although you would be sharing our kitchen as we also live above. It's not a large room, but we would ask 10 crowns a cycle for its use. The wage offered would be 35 crowns a cycle to begin with, perhaps more later on and your duties would be to serve the customers. Do you have any experience in sales?" Her voice was warm and gentle, a sweetness in her nature that made it clear why the handsome man yonder had taken her as his wife.

Zynn

OOC: Hi Zynn, would you pick a number between 1 and 50 so we can choose which day it is in the month Kalendryas for your timestamp. I'm also going to assume that Zynn is wearing his cloak with the hood up as its not night time. If I'm wrong, let me know and I'll edit.

IC: Gavriella was coming forward to greet the newcomer to The Artist's Nook, having just said farewell to a friend who had come with a lute which needed restringing. Yet as she approached Zynn, her step faltered as she saw the cloak which covered the slender figure. It was unusual for Vers, a place where the weather was invariably fine, to be so garbed and something made her hesitate and hang back as the newcomer wandered about the shop, inspecting the range of instruments which decorated the wall to the right. However there was no way to pretend that she had not seen his presence once the cloaked figure sat down by the counter and now curious she finally came forward with a small enquiring smile. "Serale ... may I help you?"