Who

Eollyn, Cha'el

What

The Weyrsecond stops by to give a Vintner some…advice.

When

A few days before the Hatching.

Where

Corks and Works, Igen Weyr

OOC Date

 

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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 clothe 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.


Day has begun to slowly wind to a close, and the chill in the air hasn't really abated. But then, such is winter, and it's slowly progressing…but not out of the way yet. Soon, one hopes. For all that winter means little to no fresh grapes coming in, Corks and Works remains well stocked. And as business winds down for the day, stocking is what one may find apprentices and journeyman alike doing in this shop, with Eollyn of course at the head of it all. "Maeden, go fetch out some more of the brandys, if you please." The apprentice in question grumbles, but runs to obey. It's an easy and quick lesson that Eollyn's a hard taskmistress. Wine and alcohols are the lubricants of the world, after all! The shop's door is eyed briefly, as if it's being considered that it's almost time to lock up.

The end of a rigorous day of drills and extended sweeps makes for one weary Weyrsecond. And his work isn't done yet. There's still hidework and a meeting that need taking care of. But first there is a meeting of another kind and it's this that sees his brawny bulk filling the doorway just as Eollyn glances up. "Journeywoman," a tired but polite smile is offered the way of the vintner as he crosses the threshold and approaches, gaze sweeping the interior of the shop. "A moment of your time?" A thought strikes him and finds Cha'el adding. "Or maybe five."

A tilt of the head has the vintner sizing up the weyrsecond, and the woman turns away from him for a moment. "Go make sure Karrigon hasn't gone and botched up the wine he was overseeing." With that last apprentice sent scurrying, the two are left alone. "What can I help you with, Weyrsecond?" Because normally when someone's asking for a 'moment of her time' they really want to talk with her in private. And if not, well…Karrigon still needed checking on anyway! "Please. Have a seat." Because the chairs are conveniently out already tonight.

As the unknown quantity in a position still relatively new to him, Cha'el's fairly used to being sized up by now and so he pretends not to notice the curious study he's put under. The chairs are given a short glance of attention but he doesn't immediately seat himself because is a chance he could be kicked out of Corks and Works given the touchy nature of what brings him there in the first place. "I was wondering how the rise in muggings and thefts might have affected your business?" Straight to the point he is.

When Cha'el doesn't sit, Eollyn hesitates for a moment before sitting down herself. "What is the nature of your inquiry?" She asks after a few long seconds, green eyes fixed calmly on him. Whatever she's thinking, it's not said yet. "Surely the Weyrsecond isn't here only because of how business has been impacted?" It's a mild challenge on his motives, but one she feels needs answering.

Guarded features remain so lending no clue to what might be going through the Weyrsecond's mind. "What impacts business in the bazaar, impacts the Weyr in the long run," Cha'el tells her. "One hand washes the other and it would seem that of late, one hand is becoming increasingly dirtier and thus running the risk of dirtying the other too." How's that for analogy?

Eollyn's lips quirk in a small smile, and she jerks her chin at the chair. "Sit, Weyrsecond, before I get a crick in my neck from looking up at you. Please." The second request probably means she's not going to insist he leave, and leave now? "Business is still steady. It seems by and large, people don't want to mess with a supplier of their favorite drinks." She frowns a little. "But, we have had to remove the tables we once had right outside the door. My apprentices cannot keep an eye on them at all times," although Eollyn's tone suggests she thinks they should, "and there were….losses, initially. I typically keep the male apprentices here most of the day, just in case. Which does affect their learning." But that's not what he came here to ask about!

The very faintest tell of amusement twitches at Cha'el's lips but he does as bidden and folds himself down onto a chair. As reply is given to the question he'd asked earlier, a dark brow hikes upward, "You encountered trouble for having tables placed outside?" A hum of contemplation filters across the air. "The Weyr has a plan to round up the bad elements and put," force, "them to more constructive labors. But its going to take the co-operation of the hardworking people of the bazaar such as yourself or else it'll not be successful."

"What would you have me do, Weyrsecond?" Eollyn's voice is full of merriment for some reason, which her next words probably explain. "Tie them up and put them in a corner until the guards get here?" Faith in the Guards is still low, at this point. While they've clearly improved…it's not enough for Eollyn to put any real trust in them.

Strangely enough, amusement makes itself known with Cha'el quirking a brow at the vintner's remark. "Well you could get them drunk and dump them in the brig but I have a feeling that'll be a costly route to go. No," a smile with a shake of head, "All I need for you to do is make sure that your people are safe and out of the way on the day that the purge," NOT A RAID, "occurs. And perhaps to maybe speak with a few of your fellow shopkeepers and have them do the same?"

Eollyn grins at the Weyrsecond, and tilts her head to the side slightly. "The purge.. Hm. When will this be happening? People will want to know, if they're going to keep their people out of the crossfire." The vintner's talking as if she's already agreed to warn her fellow shopkeepers. Which she probably has, all but out loud. Her eyes don't waver, however, staying fixed on his face regardless of whether or not it's unnerving. Maybe because she knows unnerved people make mistakes, and is hoping that if this is a trap, he'll be unnerved enough to say so.

Stare for stare, sea-blue eyes lock to green. Two can play this game, lady. "Soon," Cha'el replies lifting a leg to plant its booted ankle on the knee of the other. "We'll send firelizards with messages as we don't want the slithering bastards to know we're coming." There's a pause in which he breaks that stare to glance at the shelves. "I was also wondering if you had more of that pink wine?" Pink wine? Igen's Weyrsecond is asking about pink wine? Don't judge!

"You could always have O'ell come tell me," Eollyn suggests easily, "considering he does come here most days. It wouldn't be uncommon for people to see him here." She flashes him a quick little grin. "But, then, it's your call, of course." O'ell would raise the least eyebrows, probably, however! "Er. More of the pink? I do happen to, yes.." The vintner rises, and walks over to her shelves. "Which pink was it you preferred, Weyrsecond?" She's gotten a couple more in, in recent sevendays.

O'ell. Of course. Why didn't HE think of that? But Cha'el's not about to let on that Eollyn's keen mind has trumped his just now. Instead he merely dips his head in a nod. "We'll have him working with us, so I'll make sure he takes a turn passed here beforehand." But then, pink wine and the brownrider's expression furrows about a frown. "Uh, I don't know? It's pink. Comes in a wineskin about this size," hands lift to measure the size of the skin he'd chugged down like it was juice before he scratches awkwardly at the back of his neck. "Whatever it is that K'vvan gets from you."

It’s debatable how many people actually know about the bronzerider and the Vintner anyway…and that could possibly be because it sounds like the beginning of a bad joke! “Alright.. It’ll raise less suspicion if it’s just him stopping by.” Because firelizards actually…don’t venture into the Corks too often! They must all be scared of Eollyn, or something. “Oh! The one K’vvan likes. Now I know precisely which one you’re talking about.” She flashes a quick grin at him, and grabs the wineskin off of the shelf. Ah Eollyn. Remembering the booze people prefer. “Anything else I can get you?”

With the way that O’ell did the peacock strut after Odyn made his appearance? It’s highly likely that the whole Weyr is now aware of the relationship between Vintner and bronzerider. And Cha’el would ask after the little tyke if babies and kids and such domesticity registered on his radar beyond a round of celebratory drinks. So it is that he gives a short nod of agreement and dropping his boot from his knee, gets to his feet. “Aye, that looks like the one,” he confirms of the wineskin she takes down. “Can you add it to my tab? I’ll settle it at the end of the seven.”

“Of course.” Eollyn agrees, handing the skin over to him, and going over to the ledger to add a notation - the sum of the wine to his tab, presumably. “I’ll drop hints to some of the others,” she promises. “Let me know if you need anything else, won’t you?” The Vintner presumably means anything at all, as she returns to the chairs. There may be some more minor banter, but before long the Weyrsecond will be let out of the shop, and the Vintners will close down for the night. And perhaps once everything is finished for the evening, one particular journeywoman will be paying a visit to some of the others, with some interesting…news.

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