...blows through the bar, loosening a strand of raven hair. I tuck it behind my ear, and inwardly thank whoever has opened the door, allowing the air to circulate through the crowded room.

I deftly complete the order I am working on, my musicians hands working swiftly and skillfully to create a symphony for the tastebuds.

Miss! Miss!

Yet another voice hails me. I sigh heavily then turn to face my next customer... and find myself staring into the most startling blue eyes I have ever seen. How would one describe such a colour? Cerulean? Heavenly?

Miss... Excuse me, Miss... Hello?

Hmm? What? Oh, Err... Yes, How can I help you, Sir?

The man with the beautiful eyes begins to laugh, and I feel my face burn with embarrassment. I feel a little indignant at being laughed at, as well.

What is so funny?

The tightness in my voice causes his laughter to dissipate.

I'm sorry Lady, but no-one has ever called me sir. Flashing a brilliant smile he adds. Aside from that, I'm here to help you... and not the other way around. Mistress Taigan sent me to assist.

You are a slave from the baths?

His smile vanishes, and his expression darkens. I have been utterly tactless and obviously offended him.

That's right Lady, I'm a slave. So you'd best give me some nice menial task to do.

Feeling terrible, I suggest that he might want to take some orders and I make a move to hand him a wax tablet and stylus. However, it seems I have commited yet another faux pas. Barely containing his anger, he grits his teeth.

I don't know how to read or write, Lady!

Wanting to end this uncomfortable confrontation, I send him away to collect empty cups and pitchers. Then retreating to a quiet corner, I take a deep breath and curse silently.