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"Can I help you, Messare?" Aelia asked quietly without glancing up from the table she was cleaning. Common courtesy here in Kirkwall dictated she greet those who entered the Tavern, but her years with Cassius dictated quiet servitude, so as to be easily ignored by her betters. Such things ingrained into her were hard habits to break, even when the owner of the Tavern berated her for her poor manners. She was sure if she didn't keep the place completely spotless she'd have been fired by now.
"We've fine mead and bread," The elf added as an afterthought, remembering she was supposed to 'push' their products even if she wasn't exactly sure what that meant. However, she' been too scared to ask as much for fear of sounding foolish towards her betters. Instead she listened closely the how the other girls talked and did her best to echo them, albeit more softly. So many of the girls were brazen in their actions and compliments in ways that Aelia didn't understand. Why bring attention to oneself? It would only ever end poorly.
So the elven wench was quiet and meek, easily forgotten even with her pretty face. She finally glanced up at the potential customer. "If you'd like a room I can fetch the manager." Her accent was strong but lilting, she'd tried to hide it at first but simply ended up sounding ridiculous. Besides, what did an elf with a Tevinter accent matter so far from the Empire so long as she kept her head down and mouth shut.
