27th Winter 513 AV
"Hey, Sami lass," she heard the shout of Krakow across the empty tavern, "Sort out the fire will yea?"
It was an early morning in the winter season, the cold hung in the air outside and seemed to only ease off slightly when inside. A bitter snap in the air that worked and sunk its way into her bones. Gloved hand rubbing at her eyes, the Inarta gave a shake as she stepped on through the door, her mind already set into some form of routine. If it could even be called that. She gave only a yawn as she passed the owner, his eyes burning at the put out flames of the hearth. He seemed put out to say the least, but she could not bring herself to comment - it was far too early even for her quick tongue and temper.
A lazy eye looked to him, the brow lifting as she stared. For a moment there was a look of bemusement, the words ticking over in her head, "Fire?"
"Yes lass. The wood and flint is out back. Now get it going before we get the people coming in. They come for warmth, food and a good tale after all!" If only she had half of his enthusiasm. Dragging her feet across the main floor, the Inarta dipped behind the bar. She removed and put her cloak safely to one side outback, her head turning and mulling over the words of the man. The scraping of tables and chairs being organised sounded out on the main floor, whilst the clunk of firewood being held beneath her arm. Implements to light it were clumped tightly in one hand - tinder, finer shavings and smaller chunks that would burn easily.
Dragging the tools over to the dead hearth the Inarta set herself down before it. With a gentle clatter of life before her, the early morning visitors starting their entrance. Taking up the poker and then the small fire shovel she smoothed out the ash base, picking out the larger already charcoaled pieces in the meanwhile. Of course she would pick up dirty, it was a messy job. Taking the large log she set it down in the centre, the dull thud sounding as it nestled itself in the ash. Taking in another yawn she continued to set herself up, the loud voice of Krakow sounding out, "Welcome! Make yourself comfortable lads and lasses. Food and fire will be about shortly!"
It was an early morning in the winter season, the cold hung in the air outside and seemed to only ease off slightly when inside. A bitter snap in the air that worked and sunk its way into her bones. Gloved hand rubbing at her eyes, the Inarta gave a shake as she stepped on through the door, her mind already set into some form of routine. If it could even be called that. She gave only a yawn as she passed the owner, his eyes burning at the put out flames of the hearth. He seemed put out to say the least, but she could not bring herself to comment - it was far too early even for her quick tongue and temper.
A lazy eye looked to him, the brow lifting as she stared. For a moment there was a look of bemusement, the words ticking over in her head, "Fire?"
"Yes lass. The wood and flint is out back. Now get it going before we get the people coming in. They come for warmth, food and a good tale after all!" If only she had half of his enthusiasm. Dragging her feet across the main floor, the Inarta dipped behind the bar. She removed and put her cloak safely to one side outback, her head turning and mulling over the words of the man. The scraping of tables and chairs being organised sounded out on the main floor, whilst the clunk of firewood being held beneath her arm. Implements to light it were clumped tightly in one hand - tinder, finer shavings and smaller chunks that would burn easily.
Dragging the tools over to the dead hearth the Inarta set herself down before it. With a gentle clatter of life before her, the early morning visitors starting their entrance. Taking up the poker and then the small fire shovel she smoothed out the ash base, picking out the larger already charcoaled pieces in the meanwhile. Of course she would pick up dirty, it was a messy job. Taking the large log she set it down in the centre, the dull thud sounding as it nestled itself in the ash. Taking in another yawn she continued to set herself up, the loud voice of Krakow sounding out, "Welcome! Make yourself comfortable lads and lasses. Food and fire will be about shortly!"
