Timestamp: 90th of Fall, 522 A.V.
Taz sat out on the deck of The Protea, her feet up on the railing, and her bum resting in one of her comfortable rocking chairs. She gently rocked herself and by extension, a little baby hanging in a hammock hung beside her. She was comfortable, and relaxed, having finished the lunch rush and the dishes.
Tazrae should have walked back to Garden Beach, but frankly, without enough sleep and without much extra energy, she decided to stick to The Protea and let her own lunch digest. She’d nap if the urge came to her. That’s what Khari was currently doing. And until then, she’d do something to brush up on her Innkeeper Skills. The Silas Journal of Psychology was resting in her lap, almost nestled there. The thing wasn’t hostile, not like her Silas Magecrafting Journal was. This one, with its pretty green leather cover and its brain design on the front, was almost like a pet cat and was purring in her lap as she stroked its spine.
She’d nicknamed it Psy, which was something that seemed to please the tome. And slowly, but surely, she was reading the whole of its contents. It had been added to by a number of sources and she herself was adding to it as well, expanding its knowledge, which was why it was pleased by her attention.
“Innkeeper, what would you like to learn about today?” Psy asked, the brain part of its leather design undulating under her touch.
Taz smiled slowly, pleased every time it greeted her with affection. It was something she didn’t see a lot of in her life, so she appreciated it even in magical items. “I want to improve my ability to be an Innkeeper… by learning more about how to deal with the different types of guests I might see.” She told it, letting it ruminate on that fact a little.
“I see… and what are some of the types of guests you tend to get?” It asked, thoughtfully, its pages starting to ruffle as if it were searching its insides to see if there was some sort of information within it that would assist Tazrae’s request. Its voice was silky smooth, curious, and not for the first time did Taz wonder if an actual soul of something living was trapped in the book – not just the book somehow animated to mimic life.
“Well, as an Innkeeper I get all kinds of problem types. I get hostile and aggressive people, you know the kind that is almost always bullies? Then there are the complainers. I get the know-it-alls. Then there are the people with a decided lack of boundaries. And finally, I get a lot of people that have no idea what they want. These are the ones I think of as indecisive. Is there strategies inside you to help someone deal with the sort of mentality of each type and give me some skills as an Innkeeper to deal with them? I’m a poor hostess if I cannot get trained in these sorts of problem management issues.” Taz said thoughtfully.