Yennas wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished scrubbing the grease pot. He hated this job, he told himself for the dozenth time tonight. Hated the grime, hated the dirty washing water that inevitably soaked his clothes, hated the cuts and bruises and burns that he accumulated every night. And especially hated the imperious boss. Why should it matter whether they were done cleaning up in under half an hour, so long as they finished? Slave driver.
As he wiped oily water from his arms, the halfling spied Ralesk coming downstairs from his meeting with the boss. Yennas had never seen the gnome woman who came asking after the bookbinder before. He had always just assumed the old grayhair didn’t keep any associates, given how standoffish he always was with the rest of the staff. Probably why he got along with the boss so well. There was something a little odd about that gnome, but Yennas couldn’t place it, and honestly didn’t care enough to concern himself about it. Whatever sorts of uncanny company the bookbinder wanted to keep on his own time was his own business, so long as it didn’t bring any trouble with it. Halfway through mopping the back floor now, Yennas recalled he hadn’t seen the gnome leave. He wondered briefly whether she had met Ralesk as she hoped. A bark from the supervisor drove the thoughts from his head.
“Yennas! Hurry up with that mopping! The front room’s already done!”
“Well there’s five people working on the front, isn’t there? I’m just one halfling, for Lady’s sake!” He turned back to his task, grumbling sullenly. “If I’d wanted a task master, I’d have joined the bloody guard. Not even any High Sun to look forward to this year…”
He hated this job.