Halcyon Bryn

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Still on after licking the wounds from the encounter with the Black Bull, this left Bryn slightly more limited on the choices for work. A bag of bruises, wounded pride, and a thirst to be better than she was yesterday. Her body's muscles still throbbed underneath her bandage wrappings. She lacked the money to visit a healer, so no instant cures for this battered body. Old fashion medicine did a fine job considering the worst of her injuries were just sprains.

Thankfully the job today was just manor work in the noble region. Do some gardening here, wipe the windows there, glare at some lecher with nothing better to do. Bryn was opting to stay out of the internal work for now. Dusting the insides while wearing some uniform was a bit too demeaning for her pride. She couldn't understand the need to flaunt your wealth with an dwelling that you could not maintain. It was the same as the old text for weapon maintenance. Warriors clean their blades and carry whetstones to optimize the edge. Cooks are expected to know their kitchens inside and out before their own hires. Looking back with a small scowl, Bryn spat towards the direction of the manor before mumbling something along the lines of 'Nothing but a big cobble of stone.'

Still, the pay was right and it would cover a trip to the doctors. Bryn put down her rake near the pile of greens freshly cut to take her break. There were sounds of crashing and angry speech coming from inside the manor. How long it was there, she could not say.