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The new arrival, Narces, nods vigorously without ever taking his eyes off of you. Having seen to it that you will be minded in his absence, the cook with the garlic starts to pick his way around the stacks and of stuffs and supplies, heading towards you. You do what you can to move out of his way, but unfortunately you don;t make quite enough space, as the cook with the garlic ends up brushing against you as he passes. It was just his shoulder against your elbow but all the same you find yourself getting embarrassed. Embarrassed enough that you end up apologizing as you press yourself harder against the wall to make more room for him.
"S-sorry about that."
At first he just chuckles, but once he is on the other side of you, he rejoins with -
"Oh, no - the fault is all mine."
And with that, he leaves you with Narses - who almost looks as uncomfortable as you feel, rocking back and forth on his feet. After the moments start to drag on a bit, he asks -
"So ... what is all of this about then?"
Having finally come to terms with how preposterous it sounds for a presumed maid to say that she rented a room for her Master's hand-cart, you simply say -
"I ... I have some business to conduct, with the Master of the house."
"Oh."
You think that is the end of it, but a second later -
"<span class="mu-i">Ohhh...</span>"
Fraying Hell, just what does he think you mean? Does - damn it all, does this idiot think you are streetie too? By the Maker's Mercy, can you walk into a public house <span class="mu-i">without</span> being presumed to be a prostitute? You are seriously considering explaining the true nature of the business simply to get this nonsense off of your head when the cook with the garlic returns - with someone who is <span class="mu-i">not</span> the proprietor. However, before you can work yourself up into a panic over this, the new arrival speaks up -
"A good-day to you, lass. My father has gone off to the house of an acquaintance, but before he quit here for the day, he made mention of you and your cart. I'll take you to it now."
So it is that all of your fears about losing your cart and its content are definitively mules. Relief hits you much like a breaker does a piling - but you cannot dwell on your victory overlong, as the young Master has already turned around and begun to head back into the house, leaving you to rush after him - moving awkwardly and painfully from the hindrance of your bundles. You do however, manage to pass the cook with the garlic without brushing up against him, which you will consider another, smaller victory. And though it comes at the cost of some painful jostling, your long legs manage to catch up to the young Master before he passes out of this particular room. As you fall in behind him, he looks back over his shoulder while still moving forward. For a moment, the only sounds are the footfalls underneath the two of you, and the bustle of the kitchen behind, but then -
"Do you need help with that?"