Polishing That Which Is Tarnished

[Aptrotta 162]

"The Scrolls are ancient texts of the Easterner people written in their native language. They should be found back in the Library in the restricted section. Ask the book keeper for them" he smiles

[Samler 1565]

Seth nods slowly as the high elf returned to his home, only partly done, after hearing him Seth speaks out. "I wish for you to clean the inn, make it as clean as the day it was built. Then such is done, I shall allow my grand daughter to give you her tasks too." Seth tilts his head a little, waiting for the elf to leave again or asking questions if he had any about the task.

[Sentlit 108]

Regarding Cyrenn, Cyrus exhales slowly and says "It will be possible for me to fetch you tea and some pastry, but if I enter that library within the Elven week, the 'book-keeper' will have my head..."

 

 

At another time, Cyrus would nod to Seth curtly, replying "Understood." and then striding away to begin cleaning the Inn. He would once again borrow from his friend a broom, but now he also would carry with him an empty bucket and a rag. Cyrus fills the bucket with water and begins to wipe down the tables, seats, and counters with a damp rag and sweeping the floors. The sun again would begin to set before a rather exhausted Cyrus would be satisfied with a rather spotless inn. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he returns once more to Seth's residence for perhaps another task. He keeps the cleaning supplies nearby in the case that he needs yet again to clean a public area.

[JoakimVonAnka 63]

Anya Alfakyn Calith moves her fingers over the leather cover of her book which she often carries with her as she listens rather uninterested on Seth as he tells her the story of the impure elf. She ponders and weighs the different alternatives for quite some time before she decides. As Cyrus returns to the residence, Anya opens the door. Her gaze is questioning and obviously looking at him as if he is some sort of criminal or suspect. She is wearing a long, white and covering nightgown with a pile of 3 dresses in her arms.

 

"Hmm? Is this the impure mali that wished to redeem himself?"

 

She asks, trying to avoid showing too many expressions or emotions. She hands the pile of dresses over to the exhausted elf, showing little empathy.

 

"I want these three dresses to be washed properly until tomorrow morning. You better handle them with care. I don't want any scratches or miscoloring and absolutely no impure blood stains."

 

She leaves him with a cold smile and a simple nod, Seth which stands behind her gives a small nod of approval. "Ayla, Anya."  He says to voice his approval of her task.

[Sentlit 108]

Cyrus bows his head humbly as he is given the task, saying no more than "Yes ma'am." and accepting the pile of dresses. He knows not at all how to clean a dress properly, but carries on regardless. After folding the dresses neatly over his arm, he would walk into town in the waning light, met by much smirking and amused whispering. In town, Cyrus would consult a tailor who was closing up shop which would assure him the proper method of cleaning fancier fabrics. The tailor sells him a bit of soap and chuckles as Cyrus leaves with the dresses.

 

Once returning to town, Cyrus would retrieve the bucket he stowed and fill it with water. Near the edge of the river where water moved, Cyrus fills the bucket and dips one of the dresses in the water. Carefully he would scrub over the dress with the soap, working out any traces of dirt carefully with his own hands with but the silver moonlight to assist him. He then rinses the dress with the water and rolls the dress over itself to press out excess water. Then, repeating the process he would clean the other two dresses and string them up to dry.

 

Later in the morning, the dresses would finally come dry, and Cyrus would inspect each for any deformities or bits of dirt that were missed. It would appear that the dresses are, despite working overnight, quite clean. Just before noon, Cyrus would approach the Calith's door again. Upon opening the door, one would find a rather weary elf, whose own clothes require cleaning and with exhausted posture bearing neatly folded dresses, immaculate in appearance. Dark circles lay under Cyrus' eyes as he struggles to remain focused and attentive.

 

"The task you required... is complete. What will you have me do now..?" he would say to the person at the door.

[Malaise 1570]

An enthused Kaelthes takes the stones, nodding.

 

"You have done as I had requested. Ma'ahernan."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.