Bustles in, broom held like the mightiest of weapons in one hand and a bucket of assorted cleaning supplies swinging lightly from the other.  "It's a bad day to be a cobweb!"  Her eyes flick along the rafters seeking out her foes with pitiless precision.  Humming softly to herself she immediately sets to work, the scent of lemon wood polish soon permeating the room. No surface was spared the wrath of her cloth or flick of her straw broom.<br/><br/>Once finished she pulled a small embossed card out from the pocket of her apron, placing it propped up on the bar.<br/><br/><div align="center"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Warrior Maids</span><br/><em>No Job Too Big or Small!</em><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">~Individual rates available upon request~</span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div><br/>After which she collapsed into a small exhausted heap in one of the newly conditioned leather chairs her fingers absently ruffling through the now damp and dusty strands of her dark hair.  There was a deep satisfaction to a job well done and she was incredibly pleased with herself and indeed life in general as she took in the gleaming tables and neatly tucked in chairs.