Maria nodded her head every now and then to affirm that she was listening to Lily, even though the girl had turned her back at some point. Slowly, her head dipped lower and lower on the one hand supporting it. She pulled her cloak in closer, scrunching it smaller on the bar top in lieu of taking the effort to actually fold it. The durable fabric felt luxurious under her hands even as she waited. Esterl, Lily had said. An island south of Estovet, large enough to get the strategic consideration that put it in the textbooks she'd first heard of the country in. "I'm sorry about your parents. It must have been hard running a storefront that young, but you know a trade that you can play anywhere," Maria said, looking up at Lily as she gave her sympathies. Silver wasn't her thing, but she knew that people with the talent for shaping silver well were rare enough that they tended to find steady employment. "You travel far from Estovet? I used to want to, still curious I guess."