An'Thaya was perched on the edge of a stool at one end of the bar, a glass of something strong and amber close to one hand and a book with scrawled numbers laid out in front of her. Galain's book keeping code was hard to crack, and usually his job, but he had wandered off somewhere and the place couldn't be left to go to ruin.
She could hear Jerri humming in the kitchen and the clatter of utensils as she worked on the midday meal. Thaya was pretty sure she could smell venison and she may have drooled on herself a little bit. Maybe.
"Ammah," Vanyalin called from up the stairs, "we are done with the dusting."
"Linens next," the Amazon called back up to her daughter distractedly. "Send one of your brothers out to see if he can find your A'po. I may beat him to death with his own ledger."
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