The warm leathers were switched out for a rough cotton dress and an apron. Her mother didn't bat an eye at her appearance, merely called out a scolding, "You're late!" before going back to her stitching. Fay quickly wiped the grime from her body with the leftover bath water and tucked the sword into cloths under her bed. Her black hair was twisted into a lose bun at the base of her neck. The man's necklace, real silver and garnet, she was sure, was tucked into her over-exposed bust line.<br/><br/>"Michael<span style="font-style: italic">needs</span>to fix the door jam tonight, Momma, don't let him get out of it again." She murmured as a goodbye, tossing another log into the fire before slipping out the door, her cloak draped over her shoulder.<br/><br/>Horses could survive over night outdoors, right? She casted a worried thought to the man's horse, tied up in a safe meadow just outside the village. She'd deal with her wares tomorrow, for now-- "You're late," the barkeep chastised, handing off three full tankers and giving her a light push towards the right table.<br/><br/>"Yeah-yeah- nice to see you too, Ale." She gave the grumpy man a wink, knowing he was a softy at heart.<br/><br/>"Get to work."<br/><br/><br/>The work keep everyone busy, and likewise this keep patrons full and distracted. His entrance went as unnoticed as he hoped. The barkeep, Ale, blinked up from the bar top he was polishing with a rag and gave Mikail  a once over. Understanding settled into the lines of Ale's face. His memory was sharp, who recognized this patron. He nodded, briskly gesturing for Mikail to take the door to his right, towards a private room. "I've not got the town's medicine man, but I've got his daughter. That way, I'll boil water and fetch her."<br/><br/>Fey had not the slightest idea why Ale thought she was the right one to fetch. She had only apprenticed for a summer before she knew the work wasn't for her. Still, Ale insisted that she get her ass in that room right this moment if she still wanted a place to work come morn. So in she went, her arms paddled with bandages and herbs and a boiled pot of water.<br/><br/>"What seems to be the problem here-" her words cut off. Her eyes widened. She'd know that silhouette anywhere, not many men carried such fine amour. She quickly scrambled to cover her blunder.  "That looks<span style="font-style: italic">wretched</span>, by the gods, what happened?" She turned her back to him, placing the objects on the beside table and slyly tucking the necklace firmly between in her bust.