Sweat gathered on his brow as he worked, it didn’t seem like anyone was at the home beside the servants. He was grateful for this, it meant he could work unhindered. Dirt of some sort streaked his cheek as he finished varnishing the newly cut and shaped wood for the windows of the house. He was enjoying his solitude, until a hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see one of the maids, a pretty little thing, offering him a drink. He looked it over cautiously before taking it up, smearing wood varnish on the glass she had given him, giving it back he raised the goggles he had been using to keep wood chippings out of his eyes. The aquamarine eyes beneath studying her, he spoke softly.
“When will your master be home?” she coyly muttered something about an hour or two, and he smiled finishing up the window quickly, pulling the leather face-mask down before taking her face in his hand kissing her softly. The blush that brushed her cheeks made him chuckle. He couldn’t help it but as he pulled away from her she followed for a second until he muttered. “Isn’t it disrespectful to invite a man in to your chambers merely because your boss is absent…” she looked taken a back as he left the building adjusting the leather mouth piece so it covered his mouth again. He smirked beneath it, did she really think just because he liked girls he would stoop so low.
He was adjusting the strap on the back of the mask; when he stopped looking around. He was probably going to head to the building where the house of Mithril gathered. He could check if there were any jobs for him, or even hang out with others of the ‘family’. That was how he viewed them; to him they were more of his family than the one he was born in to. He sighed running a hand through his brown hair pulling his jacket around him. It was decided, that was where he was planning on heading. He knew the Mithril hall had a bar, perhaps he would have a drink there, it beat going home. As he walked in he ran his hand across one of the tables, it wasn’t very busy there, but then I rarely was. He looked at a billboard of non-specific jobs before checking for any jobs specified for him, but there were none. Knowing he had nothing to do of urgency he pulled himself up to the bar and ordered a drink, only lowering the leather face-mask when it arrived, fully removing it this time by unclipping the mask on one side and dropping it on the bar, he massaged his jawline that always hurt after removing before drinking his booze. He contemplated heading out but he didn’t want to run in to a large crowd.