Dragoncrest Cliffs an overwhelming surplus of diggity

Okay, so - Easy sort of had a chip on her shoulder. She was dealing with some things, okay? But the tone the male took with her was such that she merely gritted her teeth and stiffened for a moment or two, unable to come up with a good answer to such a flippant dismissal. Obviously, it wasn't worth fighting over, right? She'd just have to make sure and keep a close eye on the turkeys, and perhaps work harder at bringing down more abundant prey.

Either way, when he introduced himself and sought an introduction from her, her reply was a somewhat clipped, "I'm kru." Whatever that meant - Easy was still learning the ins and outs of her new family, but she knew she wasn't Brana anymore. Just barely, but still. And then, because her father had tried his very best to raise a polite and mild-mannered girl, she added: "But yes - I'm pretty new." She slanted a furtive, measuring look in his direction. Her uncertainty was palpable, but she made an effort to smooth things over.

"It's my job to pay attention," she said. Oh, oops, that's not smoothing things over. Easy looked ahead, mortified with herself for having voiced this sullen defense of her trade. "... sir," she added under her breath, only to cringe a little more at how much worse that made it sound. And, of course, there was the fact that no one had asked her to do this - it was simply hard-ingrained from her childhood. She couldn't imagine it being seen as a bad thing, but it seemed that things were different at Drageda. She still had a lot to learn.