The tavern was rowdier than usual, the heat netting in a thick crowd of customers. Drunken singing mingled with the sounds of chatter. Cama smiled to herself as she loked over the mass of people. Her quick hands moved with practiced speed as she served up ordered drinks, each motion quick and precise. It was one if the reasons her boss kept her around, even if she got a bit...troublesome...at times. 

"Cama!" a familiar voice called from behind. Cama's boss, a big burly beast of a man, walked over to her. "Go take a break. You've done enough already."

"You sure, boss?" A smile lit up her face at her employer's nod and, with a quick hug if thanks, Cama threw her apron onto the bar counter and rushed away from the smell of alcohol and into the marketplace. She was one of the lucky ones, and she knew it. Her boss could have turned her into authorities, or made her into a slave. Instead, he hired Cama and treated her like an equal--no, like a daughter.
Cama looked around the market, her pace slowing as she observed the wares.