Despite her former profession, Iara prided herself on cleanliness.  She made a point of having any flat surface in the whole damned building scrubbed to a glinting sheen.  You could say that was a result of her practice with her grandmother, which would occasionally consist of cleaning all the surfaces of the grimy shack three times over.  Iara rubbed her forearms, reminded of the lashes that would be due if one dust speck were found.<em>Worthless old wench, left me with nothing but a broken down home full of clutter.</em>However, she knew that wasn't true.  Her grandmother had provided her with the best gift she could, knowledge.<br/><br/>She was startled from her inner-journey by a gruff yet boyish man limping in through the tavern door.  Iara quite enjoyed stories of battle, though her mind would often wander.  With haste, yet still maintaining her grace, she made her way to the young man's table.  She tossled her blond curls and took note of his preference in drink.  "Will that be all sir?"  She added a wink on the last syllable.<br/><br/>When he mentioned the boot she let a soft giggle slip.  Truth be told, the matter of her wet foot had left her mind completely.  She had already had her small bit of tonic and was feeling quite cheery.  Not to mention the rain maintained the temperature somewhat neutral.  "Well I suppose if you'd like to help, I won't refuse the offer.  However, if that be the case you can keep your currency.  I'm all for exchanges of service."<br/>She bent at the waist to unfasten her footwear, revealing a good bit of cleavage to the man if he were paying attention.  When she had slipped both boots from her feet she hurried off to get his drink.<br/><br/>--SLIGHTLY EDITED-<br/>wow that was kind of confusing, sorry bout that Fetz