It was a popular hot spot in Uthlyn, one that people definitely knew about. Was it a bit of a trek to get to from Reajh just for business? Yes, absolutely. Would it be completely worth it though? Of course it would. The wagon had been loaded up with all his tools and materials that would be needed, and he had arrived in good time too! Funny how it was though, the place that he was supposed to go to was a place of pleasure and he was going there for business. And not...the business of the place but his own actual business.
He wasn't sure how his business came to be the one selected, considering that there were many places in Uthlyn that could the work but...apparently the people liked the work that his shop did. Not that he could blame them, him and most of his compatriots were very skilled, masterful even. Some of their chairs and tables were bought by the higher ups in Reajh, so it could just be from all that.
Whatever the reason, there he was in a bedroom of a very high end brothel fixing a bed. Some of his friends were downstairs fixing tables and chairs, or making them. They had brought enough to make some very proper looking furniture really, and the brother had insisted on that. Some...originals as it were. Like this bed...this was a bed that he made some years ago. He knew it, not only was the artistic design his, but the construction was very sturdy. Of course, he hadn't expected eight people to be uhm...conducting pleasure on the bed. He swore that he had sold it to a nice noble woman from somewhere in Matron's Hollow.
Well...it wasn't his place to ask really.
"How's it going sweetheart?" A throaty voice asked from behind him. It was a busty older lady, the owner of the brothel. She wore a very...open shirt, and leather breeches. Despite being old enough to be his mother, she carried her age well. He could only blush as he coughed uncomfortably and focused on his work. "Great ma'am, I just reinforced the uh...the bottom of the bed, and the headboard just in case." The man told her as she got closer to inspect his work...and perhaps inspect him. He was on his back underneath the bed, the straw stuff mattress having been removed. "You know Hale, if you want to test it, I'm sure I could find a girl that wouldn't mind...on the house." There was a light blush on his face as he looked from the woman to the slats of the bed. "Ah, no, that's okay, still lots of work to do...wouldn't feel right anyway, it'd be like taking advantage of your hospitality." Of course, most places didn't offer him a whore on the house. She laughed and quietly shook his head. "Shame about that Hale...well if you need anything just let me know." She winked at him and left him in peace, letting him exhale and leave from under the bed.
He wasn't a prude...well maybe a little. One shouldn't just...go around having sex. Sure, men could just go around sleeping with whoever they wanted but...that wasn't something that he did. He stood up and looked at the bed, nodding his approval at the job well done. He put the mattress back on and made sure to try and make it up again so it looked all nice and proper.
Going to the bedside table he got his large mug of water and took a drink. Oh that was nice though wasn't it? Hale just hoped that his friends weren't indulging too much. They were here to fix furniture, they weren't here to sample the...people here. It was best to try and fix the rest of the broken things in the room, like one of the chairs. Sitting on the bed, he brought up the chair and began to inspect it, getting to work on it. He began to hum quietly to himself, hoping that he could get this job done as quickly possible...before he lost too many of his friends.
