Elloria was, if nothing else, versatile. She had found many a thing to do up in the north, and for now that was working in a smithery. While this would have quickly filled her wallet in most circumstances, the inn she resided in ate up most of her funds. Not that the young woman minded, though. She still had a decent life.
"Oi, girl," the blacksmith hollered when Elloria arrived. "Delivery." Without removing her overcoat, Elloria went to the man. His skin was dark, like hers. He handed her an axe. "Y' know where the lumba mill es? Bring this tha," he said when she nodded. "'S fer a boy, Kodak, 'e brough' his in yesterday an' 'twas in foul shape. Tell 'im tha' 'tween this an' th' iron from 'is ol' axe, tha's a thr'-coin diffurnce."
Elloria took the axe and nodded again. "Shan't be long, Nurvan," she said. His accent was much thicker than hers. The girl turned and started for the lumber mill. The walk was longer than she would have thought, but pleasant. It was summer and warm for the north, but brisk compared to the summer heat she had grown accustomed to. Birds chirped songs as Elloria walked.
The lumber mill came to sight and Elloria spotted an individual chopping wood. She approached him. "'Scuse me, are y' Kodak?"