Thunder

The brunette girl heaved a deep sigh. She was busying herself in the backroom of the shop, doing some paperwork. Needless to say, it wasn't her favourite thing in the world. However, it was necessary for everything to run smoothly, and so she always made sure she would do it on time. It was one of the things that helped shape her reputation of simply being good. Some people even went as far as to call her genius, which she couldn't help but agree with. Brightwater Keep was lucky to have someone like her, that's for damn sure.

She had noticed someone was in her shop before they made their presence known, as the front door had a little creak and she hadn't had time to fix it yet. A yell for her attention quickly followed, and she silently thanked the lords for giving her a break and allowing some human interaction instead. Not that she really believed in any greater presence, but it was never a bad idea to keep them friendly, just in case. She stacked her papers, shoved them to the side and abandoned her task to finish later. She walked to the front, slightly limping as she went. "Hi. What can I help you with?" she said as she walked in. The figure before her was not someone she had met before, meaning he probably wasn't from Brightwater Keep. Or maybe he was and had simply never needed her before. He definitely looked a little rough, with tattoos painted all over his body as far as she could tell, so maybe he was even a pirate. Hm. She'd never really cared if she were honest, as long as her clients paid her on time she was fine with whomever.

The more she studied him, the more certain she became that there was no way that she knew him. Surely she would remember someone like him, who seemed to eradiate nothing but pure rage. She had noticed it the second she'd heard him come in, with loud stomps that made the trinkets on her shelves jingle with fear, but it had become even more evident when he started to speak. His voice was low and strained, as if he was trying to contain himself. For a second she wondered what could have happened that made him so enraged, but that was before she realised what he had said. Could you tell me where to find him. If there was one sentence you shouldn't say to her, it would be that. On some days, it would even be enough to make her enraged, but for some reason she felt that today was not the best day for that. So she told herself that this was her customer and it was an honest mistake (which didn't keep her from swiftly rolling her eyes, but really, she should be allowed some sort of reaction).

"You happen to be speaking to her." she retorted, voice sharp and clear. She didn't know how many times she had had to defend herself in this way, didn't want to know as it was probably an embarrassingly high number. However, in spite of the annoying and slightly sexist route the conversation had taken, it had taught her one thing that could be incredibly valuable: He wasn't from here. He couldn't be, otherwise he would know about the female shipbuilder with the broken leg. This also meant that he would probably want to leave as soon as possible, so he really needed her. And that she could use.

The surprise was clearly written on his face, which caused a smug smile on hers. He wasn't the first to underestimate her and even though it was annoying, it also meant that he was expecting quality. Which really was some sort of compliment in its own way. He, however, really didn't seem to enjoy the situation, so she decided not to push it. She wasn't sure if it was something she had said, but she assumed it couldn't be, as he seemed to be so angry that she couldn't imagine it was all due to the fact that she was a girl. "I agree," she started, "hence my question. What can I help you with?" She really tried to keep things civil, but god, she couldn't deny the fact that she had the feeling it could become difficult.