Fuzzy: The Wedding party - The bar
Another arrived at the bar, ordering for herself a rosé wine.
"You're Lord Domitius' man," she nodded to the dwarf, "his mason." It was said politely, statement not question - pronounced with an accent not indicative of any place in Brevoy.
Her V-neck, off shoulder, ball gown was a deep burgundy color, her raven black hair done in a braided half updo. About her neck a small, dual pendent on a fine chain; one disc bearing Desna's Butterfly sigil, the other Acavna's moon with crossed spears. She was likely the only other person in Brevoy to wear an Acavnite symbol - but of course was employed by the other one who did.
"Do you enjoy it, your work?" she inquired conversationally. "It must be something, to make things that may last many generations?"