<b><b><span style="font-size: 18px">East of Yartar; The Shore by the Barge</span></b></b><br/><br/>"Right," Jenine nodded absently. Every word in explanation admittedly made her a touch distant; it wasn't hard to tell her attention between it and when Lydia introduced herself were at odds with each other.<i>Hey, I read books but I don't work businesses... </i>The very concept of currency was flexible to her when she'd achieved a good deal using more 'direct' forms of exchange.<br/><br/>Introductions though, that kept her mildly piqued. Fancy name. She never quite understood the repetition, but anyone with a proud streak seemed to indulge it... little Jenine, well, her name carried too little weight to ever consider flaunting it. "Jenine, m'lady." She performed an acceptable, if mildly sloppy curtsy. If the woman aboard was any form of nobility or rank was rather irrelevant... she'd perform out of courtesy, for it was not her place to be terribly curious about the circumstances of her apparent betters. Not unless it meant something for the lonely wench.<br/><br/>Lydia's offer made her pause. Her pupils flicked to the wider vessel, noting the signs of life within. Nothing terribly unusual, if possibly interesting for entertainment's sake unless the lady employed prudes... she really didn't need the help. Could be fun.<br/><br/>The argument of safety was meaningless; it was as safe for her to board the vessel of a not-quite-human business person who could make her vanish as it was to simply rely on her own knowledge of the admittedly treacherous at times road. Even the promise of admittedly tempting meals didn't quite do it. No, what did it was the simple convenience of shorter travel time... in all probability, it meant she wouldn't have to exhaust herself making good time before dark. Or if it did, it would at least be a means preferable to simply cleaning the tavern and being chastised for expressing herself.<br/><br/>"Well," she started, again glancing at the vessel. Dinky... "Not Yartar miss, but perhaps a little while if making a stop would not trouble you...." she shrugged and kicked at the dirt. The barge drew ever closer. It was mildly interesting when she thought into it, but the worst case idea of being indentured into the service of an unsavory noble was something she could work with.