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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cor Azer" data-source="post: 5686882" data-attributes="member: 870">Merrillio smiles softly as the serving girl shyly slips out of the kitchen, her hair slightly disheveled. He taps his chest and nods at her, but she fails to catch his signal, leaving with her top still slightly open. Just so, he thinks. Perhaps she'll get better tips now...He sighs, and fixes his own breeches before standing. Three days he'd been trying to get her to loosen up, but he enjoyed the chase - the hunt. He played the long game. As he wanders though the kitchen, he grabs an apple from a basket and takes a juicy bite. Raquinno Teaira can stay in his room with the savage Dothraki, but Merrillio Dessaro must move. His eye catches the innkeep's wife glaring at him, but he smiles and bows apologetically."Next time, m'lady." He winks. "Just so."Two clinks announce his dropping of silver stags beside the apple basket.He is about to follow the serving girl out of the kitchen - Jenny, he recalls - just as a few whistles sound from the common room. Perhaps she knows her blouse is open now... Just so.The water dancer counts - 1... 2... 3... - and gracefully steps aside, pulling the door open as the poor girl hurries back into the kitchen, face blushing and one hand holding the top of her blouse closed."My girl, one must not rush from Merrillio Dessaro," he admonishes sweetly, "She might miss something... important." He gently brushes her hand aside and ties the top string of her blouse. "Just so."Jenny is about to respond when he presses a finger firmly to her lips, but his attention is elsewhere, his head cocked towards the common room. Muffled a bit through the doors, he hears the innkeep politely decline the offer of help from the blacksmith, stating there's no real need at the inn.A blacksmith? thinks Merrillio. I wonder if he could help?"Later, my dear Jenny." He sweeps a low bow. "Knock thrice. Just so." He raps quickly three times on a nearby table.He backs out of the common room, watching the pretty girl blush again under the withering glare of the innkeep's wife."Pardon me, master blacksmith," says Merrillio, trying to grab Roy Stone's attention after his conversation with the innkeep. "I overhear you are looking for small jobs? Are you, by any chance, also a cartwright? My employer, Raquinno Teaira, is a merchant of Pentoshi, and we have been stuck at this inn for three days now - one of the wheels on his wagon is stuck; I think something is bent - just so - and keeps it from turning. The roads in this Vale of Arryn are not like those in the Free Cities - the ruts and rocks are ever so much more troubling here."The water dancer shrugs as he explains, "Raquinno would not let either Phaqo or Agorn try to bend it back - he was afraid they might shatter the wood entirely - just so. But a blacksmith - you, you might have the tools Raquinno needs to fix his wagon? Yes? No?""I cannot speak to his offer of recompense, but Raquinno is generous to those he likes, and to someone who helps him return to his trade, I would think he would like. Just so." Merrillio smiles broadly, his eyes an obviosu mix of good humor and eagerness to finally be able to leave the inn.</blockquote>

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