Picking up from last week’s post from a fantasy WiP tentatively titled Wild Worker.
The rest of the day held a steady influx of customers and vendors, and Ciana gave a heartfelt sigh of relief when her father locked the door after the last of them had gone.
“A good day today,” he said with a satisfied smile. “Go and change your clothes and we’ll go to The Lucky Hammer for dinner.”
Ciana nodded and handed her father the cash box from below the counter, slipping the pouch into a pocket of her skirt as she did so. She didn’t particularly care for that pub, but it was one of her father’s favorite places, and she was too tired and hungry to cook.
“What’s that?” he asked, his sharp eyes noticing the pouch.