Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br/>Tagging:<br/>Status:<br/><hr/><br/>"It...seems quite loud to me...."  Amanda scrunched her nose at the smell of salt and brine that blew in with the fine sea mist; it didn't bother her - she actually found the new sensations rather interesting - but it took a moment now and then to adjust to the strangeness.  The ocean here was like the wild apple trees back home, present everywhere and in everything, the manifest spirit of the place.  Trees were much quieter, though, and lacked such a strong smell.  "Why would you want it any-"  She was interrupted by the sudden banging of hammer on nail right beside her, jumping a little before looking down to consider the man doing the pounding.  Her gaze approved of his broad shoulders and trim waist, then moved on to the notice.  "Hmm.  Deputy seems promising."  She wondered if they'd have time to sample some of the fresh fish the town was known for, but supposed tourism wasn't the stuff of legends and ought to be avoided as a distraction.<br/><br/>Rowan seemed to have the same opinion; unless she just wanted to know about the man's ears or something.<em>Oh sweet Lady, please don't let her ask anything too embarrassing,</em>she thought, standing with a bright smile and quiet confidence, only adding a few comments as appropriate to confirm their general competence and help with the negotiation.<br/><br/>[Will aid another on any negotiations.]