[SE] Oh, Valley of Plenty

Maea Big dreamers shoot for open skies Turning her attention towards the man who appeared at her call, Maea took him in with quick glances. She knew him by name only, as the man who had just recently married Phoebe in a rather confusing wedding that surely would go to the history books as being among the weirder ones. Beyond that? Nothing. Too much had been missed during her absence, and she was not one to fish for information about people before she went to meet them. A flaw, perhaps. One she might have to amend, on her path to becoming a proper Loreseeker. Knowing how to separate truth and lie and understand what could and should not be addressed could be important one day. But today was not that day. Today she was reverting to Farmer Maea running an errand, so she tried to disregard the tattoos - what did they mean? - and set aside her discomfort in the presence of a stranger (did he have to be so tall?). "I was hoping you could help me take some spirits off my hands," she explained. Approaching the bar, and the proprietor, she stopped at a healthy distance, reserved as could be in her simple dress and black shawl. "My name is Maea Valair, my family used to deliver for the Rathskeller." Used to. But no longer. Because there was no family left, and now there was no farm either. "I'm closing down, though, and there's a bit of stock left. Cider, mostly. Some mead, and a batch of apple wine that I can't vouch for the quality of. It was an experiment of my brother's..." A beat. A touch of pain in pale eyes, there and gone again before she could school her face back into a neutral politeness.