"Hmm? I'm asleep before midnight hour and I get up in time to cut the meat necessary for the day's business. There's a little set in reserve for the early purchases, kept in ice. Its remarkable what even a poor person can do when they deliver a magician some prime cuts, or an... old temple some blood for the rituals." She spoke seriously and shrug. Druidic traditions involved blood at times, not in a dark way as the church would let people imagine though, but as a symbol of life itself.<br/><br/>"I'm alright with a touch, just remember to watch out where you touch." She smirked a bit in a casual warning, but nod her head. Thinking a moment about something, she seemed to consider her words carefully about the next story. "I have been working here for a while already. However, there was a group of merchants not too keen on having demi-humans around. They disliked competition I suppose. Some of them bringing in salted beef from villages further off. For a good meal, you need fresh meat though." She smirked at this seriously.<br/><br/>"They appealed to the church for them to drive me off, to remind the people to be faithful to the Lord of Men, to remain loyal to the God they serve." She snorted at this. "Thankfully, the church didn't think that one dwarf working hard was that big of a deal. So they merchants came after me themselves." She let out a laugh. "They walked in on my business, thinking I'd be intimidated. I was standing next to a dozen cleavers and knives, and they thought they were scary because they were tall. After they had spoken their part, I told them how I was at an ideal height for chopping some meat off of them too. Meat they'd need. That got them running. Soon enough, they sent some hired thugs." She sneered.<br/><br/>"So. I stood there, with injured thugs in my shop and telling the first client to walk in to get some guards, and a healer. I didn't dare leave the place without someone watching over it afterall, not after that. The guards came, questioned me, the thugs tried to convince them it was me attacking them. Somehow the guards found that doubtful, given the men were in armor and carrying weapons meant for harming, not tools meant for my craft." She let out a dry laugh.<br/><br/>"The merchants got the message ,and instead tried to attack me with slander. I've survived that. On a side note, I put two salted-meat salesfolks out of business not long ago. Both owing allegiance to some ir'Dale or something."