====February 13th, 2014
====Eollyn, Freesia
====Freesia comes in for booze. There is conversation.

Who Eollyn, Freesia
What Freesia comes in for booze. There is conversation.
When It is sunset of the fifteenth day of the first month of the first turn of the 12th pass.
Where Corks and Works, Igen Weyr

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Corks and Works
Day or night, this shop is well lit on the inside, by day with Rukbat's beams, and by night by the grace of many glowbaskets that are very liberally used to maintain lighting. When a chance is gained to look about the shop, one easily sees why - there are shelves upon shelves of wine here. The perimeter of the wine shop is lined by shelves four high, and each shelf is carefully stacked just short of bursting with wine of various vintages, regions, sweet or bitterness, and even more importantly, price. But lo, wine is not the only thing to be found on the shelves here - one wall is dedicated to other liquors, from ale to brandy to vodka, and many in between. A carefully written sign nearby says, 'if you don't see what you're looking for, let us know!' There are also a couple of shelves on the wall of the main door, dedicated to things not of vintner make. Although they are bare at the moment, a portable chalkboard plaque says, 'Sienna's Cheeses'.
Even the wall behind the counter has wine bottles on it, but it's the counter itself that is more of note. Approximately four feet high, there are wine bottles underneath as well - empty ones this time, as if to display the wines that have passed through here in the past. Many of which are highly remarkable in either name or vintage. The top of the counter is typically kept clean and polished to shine. A heavy book for keeping track of sales is atop the counter, as well as a stylus for writing with, and an inkwell. One of the shelves behind the counter has been reserved for clean wine glasses, and there is a tub for dirty glasses beneath it; next to it are small cloth bags with the shop's name embroidered into them, for the customers who buy more than a single bottle of wine.
In the middle of the room is a circular wooden display with spaces for wine bottles to be inserted, while the card on the little shelf below tells the name of the vintage or wine of the sevenday. A table and chairs are sometimes brought out from the storeroom to the front room, when there are particular customers about, or when there is a particular event going on. The shop itself is manned at all times, even during the night, sometimes by the feared Eollyn herself, and sometimes by Mayte or other apprentices.


Having been cleared to actually get back to REAL work, Eollyn once again dominates the store front of her shop. While she's not pacing the floors yet, it's probably only a matter of time if no customers happen in! Right now, she's checking to make sure that all of their vintages are correctly assembled. "Bring out some more bottles of the Telgar, Lonipen." Said apprentice scampers off to obey. Just inside the door to the backrooms, a bit of a bassinet can be seen. Every so often, sharp glances are sent at the doorway to Corks, just to make sure she's not missing any customers coming in - or wannabe thieves lurking nearby. With the influx of people, there have been thefts, and attempted thefts much to her annoyance. With the day being bright and sunny, however, the shop is open! Even if a wary eye is being kept.

Freesia steps through the door, her eyes skimming the walls from the moment she enters. She veers directly towards the ales, clearly having been here before, and scans the bottles for the correct one. Eollyn isn't noticed yet, as Freesia is too intent on her purchase. Finding a certain ale, Freesia tucks the bottle beneath her arm and turns towards the even heavier stuff. Her skirts whisper as she walks over to the hard liquer, where a decision must be made. Freesia is less familiar with the hard alcohol, but her customer made a special request that she will willingly fill.

The girl is watched with intent scrutiny as she goes about the shop, and Eollyn clears her throat politely. While she's somewhat familiar from her stops in before.. It's been a while since Eollyn's worked, and she isn't quite sure she remembers who the girl is. "May I help you find something?" She doesn't move to approach Freesia yet, instead taking the bottles from Lonipen as he returns. "We've a few new bottles in, depending on what you're looking for.." Pointed questions, but with the increase in thefts lately, questions that warrant asking.

Freesia is startled from her reverie, as she has been gazing blankly at the bottles without any clue what she's looking for. She turns, smiling politely at Eollyn. "Good day. I'm looking for a well distilled vodka, but I'm not sure what to get. My friend asked me to pick it up for him." She holds out the ale, "I already have my usual bottle."

Eollyn gives the girl a smile, and heads over to join her with the vodkas. "Well distilled, hm? Does your friend have any other requirements?" It's best to know all the answers before selecting a bottle! "Ah! That's right, I know you now." That's Eollyn for you, recognizing most people by their alcohol choices. Such a Vintner. "Freesia, right?" The woman turns to the shelves, considering each vodka before moving on to the next.

Freesia shakes her head, her veil shaking about her neck. "That's all he said. But the more expensive the better, I imagine." Some of her clients have expensive taste and he is certainly one of them. Certainly Eollyn won't mind filling an order based on those requirements. "Yes, that's me," Freesia says with a half-smile. She watches Eollyn review the choices and points at one near the top of the shelf. "How's this one? It looks good to me."

"Ah, but some of them say that, and then balk at the price.." Eollyn points out wryly. The bottle the young woman suggests is considered, and Eollyn inclines her head. "You'd be best off with that one, or-" And she grabs a second bottle of the shelf with the first, "this one. The main difference is it won't leave quite the aftertaste." Her eyes turn briefly to watch someone passing by the door - can never be too aware lately, it seems! - and then return to Freesia. "The…refuges don't give you any trouble, do they?"

Freesia laughs, nodding her head. "Oh, that's not a problem for him. He'll be fine with the price." Freesia's clients are paying top dollar for her company; the cost of his expensive drinks will be included in the price. "Let's go with the better aftertaste. I'm not a vodka drinker, but no aftertaste seems like a better drink." The young woman shakes her head and smiles at Eollyn's other question. "Oh, no problems at all." New client base for her.

"Alright then, just these two for you?" Or did she want something else, as well? Eollyn replaces the one bottle, and takes the other over to the counter, regardless, where she'll start her annotations for the transaction. "No aftertaste is generally the better one," she agrees belatedly. "Though some of us lose our tastebuds after a while." She flashes a grin at the younger woman, and winks. "Good, I'm glad they haven't been causing any trouble for you."

"The guards have been out in full force, as well, even if there was something to worry about." Freesia carries her bottle of ale over to the customer side of the counter, setting her purchase down for Eollyn to tally up. "Just these two for now. I'll stop by again soon."

Eollyn finishes her annotations in the ledger and her tally and gives the sum to the girl. "We look forward to seeing you again, Freesia. And if they do give you any trouble…" It's as much of an offer of refuge as anyone would ever get from her. "Have a good night."

Freesia nods at Eollyn and juggles her two bottles for a moment, before getting them both tucked beneath her arm. "Thank you for your help and have a good night too!" Freesia lifts her free hand in a wave and crosses for the door, opening it and ducking out.

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