"Nia" Faroak

Nia gathered the last of her belongings, storing what few items she had away into various pouches attached to her belt, before making one last sweep of the room before heading out to the next mission. She opened the door and hung the sturdy canvas backpack on the handle – she'd meant to return it, but they got back late from the last one and she didn't want to disturb anyone – and stepped through the doorway, her foot nudging against a gift basket left at her door. She picked up the basket, catching whiffs of treats and strong alcohol, and she smiled although with a slight grimace. How am I going to repay this one? She had an inkling of what might be expected payment, more cooking practice in camp and drinking the nights away which...