"Oh, come on back, doll!"
Jordan Starling had tried to leave the inn - where she'd hoped to apply for a job as a barmaid - casually, but the words the man shouted after her made her stop and turn around and snap back at the man, "You call me 'doll' one more time, sir, and I'll knock your head off!"
But that didn't stop the man from catching up to her and putting an overly familiar arm around her. "Calm down, do- kitten," the man grinned. "How was I supposed to know 'that wasn't the kind of job you meant?' No need to be someone. Why don't you come back and see what we can work out?"
Jordan removed the man's arm from around her and, making good on her promise, clipped him open-palmed on the back side of the head. She stormed off before he could follow her. She didn't want that job, that was true. But she needed to find something. It had been four months since she'd left Featherfall, and what she'd taken with her was getting a bit thin to live off of...
Lost in these thoughts, she didn't even notice Timea, who she walked straight into.