Gillian/Ari | 4:00 PM - GOODWIN'S OUTFITTING
Now that was a relief to hear. It was likely now that Gillian would find a suitable reason to do just that--healers were a necessary commodity, after all, and those like Ari who she knew could get a job done well were nearly prized. "Careful, I might just take you up on that, come the winter months," she replied.
Turning her attention to the door leading to the backroom, the samurai leaned on the counter and yelled (her best commander's voice, the one that sent men scattering), "Are you finished toying around back there?"
A cacophony of clattering metal soon followed, and after a short minute a young man stumbled into the room dusting his hands over his workman's apron. He shot Gillian a raw stare, the sort often exchanged between members of family, before turning his attention to the pretty new customer. "Need some repair work, aye?"
Gillian rapped her knuckles against the counter top and waved goodbye to them both. It was as decent of a time as any to see herself out and back to the grind--she'd just have to return another time when the old man was less busy (perhaps it was something that just ran in the Goodwin blood, they always needed to be toiling away at something or another).