Lion Head Mesa Work it hard, like it's your profession

After being told to fetch a guest for Neb Gucci, Nazli was dismissed.

The girl ventured to one of the storage rooms to try and do a quick inventory, given that the party was in full swing and would be going for days, and she found that the honey was dwindling rather quickly; by any proper estimation they should have had much more stored away in preparation for all of this.

A defeated sigh began to brew within her chest. Nazli didn't like to see things falter within Akashingo, and would do anything to keep things going as smoothly as possible. It was her role, after all. It was why she had been born.

It was a late hour, though. And to track down a hive of bees was a daylight event, so they would have to deal with the dwindling stock for the night and she would be sure to find more in the morrow. To make do, she began to rearrange things: to hide the little amounts of fermenting honey that they did hold here, and make the berries more appealing to the next fellahin to come along.