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[h2][b]Velles 5th[/b][/h2]

[b]Location:[/b] Merchants’ Quarters, Isabella’s Residence - Commoners' Dormitory
[b]Day of the week:[/b] Lepdes
[b]Time:[/b] 3:00 HS
[b]Characters:[/b] Abdel, Isabella [@Pantothenic]

The Free City wasn’t just gorged with foreign students and their fierce supporters on this long week of intense trials, but also of many businessmen from around the world seeking opportunities and new trade lines. It was inevitable that Isabella’s budding endeavour would take this chance to get new fabrics with Abdel running as the errand boy while he could still make use of his legs. He had the rapport with his fellow tethered, allowing for an easy part-time job that paid well. With a set amount given to him by his boss, he acquired specific quantities and types within broad categories to carefully pack and deliver.

Snowsweeper wool from a Barthian trader and top Velvet from one of Carmillia’s own network of clothing lines, not that he knew this luxurious stall was run by a peer. The quantities were relatively restrained and fit in his messenger bag. Part way through the crowds eagerly waiting their turn to try out the foreign goods, Abdel stopped to rest his hand over his left calf to give it a little massage. The thought of participating in a race was not thrilling whatsoever, but he had to push through, at least for himself. He made it back to Izzy’s abode, finally, [color=9e0039][b]“Hello, Hola, Guten tag, I got it all!”[/b][/color] he triumphantly waved his bag as he removed his shoes at the entrance and made his way to deliver the fabrics onto Isabella’s work table.

[color=9e0039][b]“Dude, there was this huge, sweaty beard guy holding out the wool.”[/b][/color] he opened up as he laid out the white wool for his fellow Tethered to examine, [color=9e0039][b]“Guy just kept staring at me all off-like. So I stare back-”[/b][/color] he illustrated the intensity of his glare. It wasn’t much. [color=9e0039][b]“So, he snarls ‘cause I’m not backing down. Give me the price of two magi for half of this! I was all like ‘Nah, Nah’,”[/b][/color] he waved his hand in an exaggerated manner, [color=9e0039][b]“One Magi for four pieces. Final offer. We nearly duked it out but …”[/b][/color] he rubbed his chin and grinned confidently, [color=9e0039][b]“Let’s just say he’ll know better than to deal with Abdel Varga next time.”[/b][/color]

Obviously that never happened. Still, he did seem to get it for a decent price given the change he brought her back. There were likely other methods used, some not so brag-worthy, [color=9e0039][b]“So, meat. Why not just get regular meat from the butcher? You’d save yourself an Owl or ten.”[/b][/color] he crossed his arms and half-sat at the edge of the robust table.