Memory 03 | [action]
[From a distance, you probably wouldn't really pay much attention to the movement at Shryllng's Trading Company. In fact, you'd have to be fairly close to the area to really see Ezio moving crates and organizing them. He steps back and crosses his arms, cocking his head to the side.]
Not there, over there!
[Ezio turns and glares at the manager. Of course, this was invisible under his hood. It seemed they could not decide where to put things. He picks up the crate and moves it to where it should be.]
There! Keep at it then, go on.
[When the manager leaves well out of sight, Ezio leans on a stack of crates, surveying the setup and figuring out where to move more things.]
((ooc: manager is in italics and if anyone pokes around the area feel free to run into him~))
Not there, over there!
[Ezio turns and glares at the manager. Of course, this was invisible under his hood. It seemed they could not decide where to put things. He picks up the crate and moves it to where it should be.]
There! Keep at it then, go on.
[When the manager leaves well out of sight, Ezio leans on a stack of crates, surveying the setup and figuring out where to move more things.]
((ooc: manager is in italics and if anyone pokes around the area feel free to run into him~))