Narimia sipped her tea and heard a sort of ruckus coming from the front hall, curiosity bit her and she ventured forward. Leaving her table she peaked around the fireplace just to hear the greeter deny the boy a position. At the cry for a place to stay her brows rose. "Excuse me, sir?" She called lightly stepping around the corner. "You do realize this is more so a sign the books, it doesn't cost to stay here so long as you discover. If you would've listened rather than rambling you would've understood." She smiled lightly.<br/>Taking the young man in he didn't look very old and was confused at why he was set on a simple role of a gardener, true often plants could tell you more about a place than the people, but he didn't seem the type to be in tune with them enough to do so. "My name's Narimia who are you?"