"Alright with that finished, I am going to move on, I was asked to clean a room so I will be back after I finish. Make sure you are thorough you slowpokes!" Saryn said in a bit of a joking manner as they would most definitely be able to catch up .
Saryn then detached herself from the group of passive maids she was working with. She sighed to herself and touched her earring, a habit she had developed over time in order to cope with either high amounts of energy or stress. She didn't know why, but the earring was something that would calm her without fail. She had left the group mostly because she had a job to do, but also she didn't ask for any help from her peers as she wouldn't be able to dispose of her quarry, which she had stolen earlier in her shift, with them scouring the area while cleaning. She held no resentment for that though, only minor annoyance, as she had known for the people that she worked with for a while. They shouldn't be implicated with her problems, if they were she would most definitely feel at least guilty, if not fully apologetic.
That was something that she hated doing as it made her feel bad.
Recently speaking, she had been asked to clean a lot of offices or private rooms. Apparently she had been doing at least a half decent job she thought to herself. She had only heard complaints sparingly and even then, most galdor didn't pay enough attention to notice if a detailed enough job was done anyway. Not that she had not done the best job she could as she wasn't one to take the risk of angering a galdor professor.
She shuddered to herself at some of the injuries that her workplace associates sustained "on the job".
Saryn slowly straightened out her uniform. It was, as always, cleaned to the standard of the maids around her. She had made sure of it as her clothes the night before were some of the "most stubborn pieces of cloth to clean on the continent". She had been helping in the kitchens and as a result had gotten flower all over her uniform. It had been a pain to completely get the residue of flour and other baking materials out of her uniform. Saryn's hair was put up in her signature slightly less than tight bun that sat on top of her head, allowing it to bob up and down as she walked. Her face was slightly reddened from the amount of work she had put into her assignments as well as the small amount of adrenaline that she felt when she held what she considered to be "contraband".
She had finally made it to her destination and poked her head in.
"Hello? I am here to do a bit of cleaning? Please excuse my intrusion."
Saryn then got to work, cleaning the room and over the period of thirty minutes or so she had managed to turn the room from being relatively messy to being satisfactorily clean. During her cleaning session though, she had managed to pocket a couple more items. Nothing too large, just pens and a book, but this would spell a dilemma for Saryn as she needed to then find a place to deposit the items that she had stolen.
She would most definitely not be able to return to working effectively before she disposed of the evidence, so after she excused herself from the room, she immediately sauntered over to what seemed to be a small broom closet and started to hide the items that she had palmed.
Sadly she hadn't actually done more than a quick glance around to see if she was seen. She didn't see anyone.
She had thought that she had gotten away with depositing the stolen materials when she accidentally dropped the book that she had stolen earlier.
The book landed with a loud thud on the ground.
THUD