"A sack of gold, a bottle of rum,
Fresh cooked meal and a shapely bum!
Feast my friends from upon the sea,
Bed a wench, save the bottle for me!"
Irazebeth's voice grilled through the air, bouncing along with the song and spring in her step. The sun was warm today, fresh boats coming back in from the long haul on the ocean fair. Many people, from the local woman looking for fresh food, to the local shanks looking for something similar. The men were more than glad to be back on land, ready to sell their hauls and find their families or a warm meal and bed for the night.
"Praise thee, ya drunken sailors!
Drag your hauls and make your wagers!
From watery seas to sandy shores
Get your gold and fill your stores!"
Irazebeth hummed the song that she heard several of the sailors sing when they returned to land. After spending so long, this song spoke of joy at getting safely home, and tensions were lower and joy high. The people of the small port town were more than happy to see their men returned, and almost made a near festival of it all. The moods were infectious for her.
It also made swiping good coins much easier. Purse strings were loose, coin flowed freely like cold ale, and so people didn't know a coin was missing here, a few silver vanishing there. She knew enough to not steal from just one person, to spread her pickings on the group at large. The last she wanted was to get caught, and even worse punished. Of course she had used her own way to ensure her magic, and today seemed of one that promised a very interesting night. It was too early to try and hit the bars, thus she spent her time on the docks.
"Ah, miss.. oh!" A voice dragged her attention from her happy tone, a woman staring at her with a worried look. She blinked, smiling at the woman and giving a polite wave. She had only been in this town for a few months, yet had learned enough that she could. Her own tricks and trinkets had helped make some small living enough for room and board. The woman was thankfully the matron of the inn, yet Irazebeth knew she was more than that. It wasn't a surprise that her inn made more money than normal tonight, and that it seemed more staffed than normal.
"Ah, good morrow Matron Jazmine? I take it you're heading to the fare for fresh catches for dinner?" Irazebeth motioned to the stalls setting up, the crowds already gathering for the men and their wares.
"Yes, quite well indeed. I am glad to see you here though. I was hoping that you could possibly gather a room much further inland?" Jazmine asked the girl, her intent clear. She wanted as many rooms for the sailors tonight, even for the sailors with families. Irazebeth smiled at the woman, though internally she shuddered at the thought of a strange man using her current room to meet his needs from being awash.
"Ma'am, I am more than happy to find a room further up the city. I know today is going to be busy, as will I. I may treat myself to one of the more high end places, not that your inn isn't nice as is." Irazebeth waved off the woman's concerns, keeping her smile in place. Her vision had already told her she was going to have a great day today. A most wonderful day indeed.
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