Pass (15 or higher)

Havilah hoped that his lordship would come to the tavern, that he somehow would hear her out. Some brave fighter, with a hefty sack of even braver coin. A silly fantasy to escape her drudgery. But still, it incentivized tidy cleanings and reputable washings of flagons.

As the evening rush came in, she spotted the well armored count, not entirely dashing, but with high cheekbones and a brooding visage, it was not disreputable. She approached his table, having only moments prior trussed her curls so that they fell perfectly along her fair shoulders.

“Good evening m’lord, can I interest you in anything?“

He sat dumbfounded at her beauty and became red quickly, ears flushed with blood. “No, why wait, yes, yes i would. Brandy for the table.” He said exasperated by her waifish charm and divine countenance. For the rest of the evening he would watch her pass by from the corner of his view. She returned the favor and once or twice found herself posing at opportune moments. Subtle, but effective. Before he left, he wrote her a note.

“I shall be by the willow, covering the river bridge till the river chill drives me off. I would be ever grateful for your company.”

A.V.Y.

200 gold gained.