[open-ish] asked the foreman what time of day it was

[untiltheyarent]

WHO: Fifi, Beleth, a mystery elf, and you
WHAT: A little of this a little of that, book thievery, running errands
WHEN: Cloudreach
WHERE: Hightown and The Gallows
NOTES: Warnings will be updated as they arise

for Beleth

It's a morning that Fifi is on errands, and though she has no reason to come to the Gallows, Beleth is here so that's what she does. Having rapped briskly on the scoutmaster's door, once admitted she comes in and withdraws a tome from her satchel, her hand shaking slightly with its weight-- and perhaps with nerves-- as she gives it over.

placeholder for Loki's valet

I'm sure it'll be fine


OPEN

I. The Gallows
Fifi's not normally in the Gallows, and because she currently is, she's looking a little furtive and like she's in a hurry to get either to her destination or back to the boats. This would be easier if it weren't so crowded, and if she weren't so small and easily jostled about, but what can you do.
Perhaps she runs into someone, steps on their foot in her haste, or just looks so strung out they have to know why.

II. Hightown

An elven servant in Hightown is nothing to look twice at, which is what Fifi counts on. She walks about with her basket, running her errands, being treated kindly by some merchants and talked down to by others. She's on business for the Asgard household, but can be dissuaded from it for short moments.

III. Misc

Whenever, wherever, we're meant to be together

Comments

[untiltheyarent]

Fifi smiles, watching Beleth's face raptly; she couldn't read it even if it were in the common tongue, so all she can do is infer that there's something secret about it, something exciting.
"I'm-- yes, messere," she laughs, "there are quite a lot of odds and ends in his room, and I don't believe he's noticed it missing. I was quick."

[arlathvhen]

“Excellent.” Beleth takes the book over to her desk, setting it down. Later, she’ll stash it away with the rest of the things she got from the Asgards’ mansion. And figure out what, exactly, to do with them. The first step will...probably be finding someone who can actually read any of this. But: focusing on the task at hand.

“Thank you, this is a very good start. I think I would like to continue keeping an eye on them—especially once Loki realizes what I’ve done.” A pause, then she raises a hand. “And don’t worry, I’ve made sure that he’ll be aware it was me, he won’t suspect you. This is, of course, if you want to keep working there. I’m aware they aren’t...the most pleasant people.” To put it mildly.

[untiltheyarent]

"I will do so gladly, messere," Fifi replies, very much looking it, "I have worked for far less pleasant, doing far less pleasant jobs. Serving in a noble house is quite the climb upwards, if you must know."

[arlathvhen]

Briefly, Beleth wonders at that, but chooses not to press it. She’s aware, vaguely, that the life of a city elf can be unpleasant, depending on the humans around them. Surely, they would benefit from leaving it all behind to join the Dalish—if the Dalish would only let them.

But, Fifi probably doesn’t want to hear about that, at the moment.

“Alright, then. Just let me know if you need anything, or Loki starts speaking in tongues, or whatever.” Though if he did that, she would probably not have to worry about him anyway more.

[untiltheyarent]

"I will," Fifi assures her, with a smirk that's almost a smile. Sketching a bow, she begins to make her way back out. "And I will let you know if I should find anything else, messere."