The galley was a huge mess.  Betwixt working on the dishes, Ionia started digging through everything, washing it, and putting it away in a more organized fashion.  The maid work simultaniously annoyed her and felt strangely comforting.  Amongst the many carvers, she found a short sword and...<br/><br/>"Oh, my, aren't you a pretty little thing?"  The dagger was beautifully balanced and barely dulled by it's time spent as a meat carving implimented.  She lovingly cleaned, polished, and sharpened it, then worked at her top to see if she could improvise a bodice sheath for it with a few rags or--better yet--scraps of leather.<br/><br/>What she could not find amidst all the clutter was any decent drink.<br/><br/>Wrapping the short sword and--if necessary--the pretty knife--in a few clean rags, she made her way down to the galley down bellow in search of Lantis and a hammock to catch some rest in.