Seeking Release

Luka's 'business' had steadily been blooming. He had his people verbally sharing information, that was only, mostly reliable. He had three 'shops', this toolshed where he was currently brewing his latest and greatest whiskey, the abandoned boys bathroom where the was somehow able to make the world's best beetroot vodka and white lion's wine, and the cellar where he manufactured the largest quantity of his beer. He was in the midst of beginning the second fermentation of his latest bath, humming to himself as he did so when he got a knock. It sounded tentative and Luka put on his warmest smile - the character something between his true self and Luka. A sort of sweet, perceptive dunce.
He opened the door and leaned gently outside, the warmth of his brewery gusting out to greet the red head with him. "Good evening, lady," he said, sizing her up in the privacy of his mind. Tired. Restless. New to this ordeal. Beautiful. His favourite sort of client. "If you are lost the school iz just... over hill."He kept his acent thick, though he truly knew how to articulate, he wouldn't reveal that until absolutely sure this was a trustworthy client though.