WHO: Gilia St. Low & YOU! WHAT: One Girls Quest To Be Absolutely Unnoticable: The Beginning. WHEN: From [gestures] to [gestures further along] WHERE: The Gallows, Kirkwall NOTES: None forseen, save for social anxiety and occasional eldritch horror.
She shakes her head, no, she had no such job, no place beyond what she had been put to use for. Or as much as she can, when one of the nugs finds the warm spot next to her neck, and she didn't want to disturb it. It was fine, that shoulder is it's now.
"I've no such place, sir. I've little to offer, you see. I've never been in a - a - " she looks around so terrible suspicious, eyes darting like she was worried, so worried, that someone might hear her like her mother and brother would loom out from a corner.
So she leans in, down to him as she bends from the waist. "A war camp." The fear is plain in those words, in that little conspiratorial whisper. "I've little skills, that which they might need. I kept my family, and my families wishes, as best I could, and attended to our household at my brother's side. I do not know what skill I might possess otherwise to be much use to anyone. So I do not mind with these tasks, it seems someone must sweep the floors and mend the boots that soldiers need to march over and with."
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"I've no such place, sir. I've little to offer, you see. I've never been in a - a - " she looks around so terrible suspicious, eyes darting like she was worried, so worried, that someone might hear her like her mother and brother would loom out from a corner.
So she leans in, down to him as she bends from the waist. "A war camp." The fear is plain in those words, in that little conspiratorial whisper. "I've little skills, that which they might need. I kept my family, and my families wishes, as best I could, and attended to our household at my brother's side. I do not know what skill I might possess otherwise to be much use to anyone. So I do not mind with these tasks, it seems someone must sweep the floors and mend the boots that soldiers need to march over and with."