Once freed to stand up, Quanil scrambled to their feet... well, foot. They tumbled to the floor again when their injured ankle wouldn't support their weight. "Uh... Miss Healer Ma'am?" they called into the bar.
There was a loud sigh and the sound of a chair scraping back.
While waiting for healing, Quanil cast their eyes about. "There!" they pointed at the bar top, and the circle of metal upon it. It gleamed as best it could; there was only so much scrubbing you could do after a few years. "The drinks tray! Slide it beneath your basket, b-between the basket and the floor, that is. Then carefully pick it up, keeping it trapped between the tray and the basket. After that, it should be easy enough to carry off."
There was a loud sigh and the sound of a chair scraping back.
While waiting for healing, Quanil cast their eyes about. "There!" they pointed at the bar top, and the circle of metal upon it. It gleamed as best it could; there was only so much scrubbing you could do after a few years. "The drinks tray! Slide it beneath your basket, b-between the basket and the floor, that is. Then carefully pick it up, keeping it trapped between the tray and the basket. After that, it should be easy enough to carry off."
