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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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Looking at the face of the changing room door, Sabine felt as if she had been abandoned. She looked around with her beady eyes, scanning the room without having a shred of a clue what to do next. Janius and Meesei got some clothes and went into the room that the shopkeeper mentioned, maybe that was what she had to do? Sabine turned around and cautiously ran her hands over some of the clothing as she strolled by them. She stopped by a mannequin that was coincidentally equal in height to herself. It wore a dress made from similar fibres to Meesei's dress, but was lighter and had some embroidery that reminded her of Netches from Vvardenfell. It's skirt ended just above her ankles and the top was separated completely, leaving midriff bare but covering the shoulders and half of the forearm. Sabine stood, looking at the dress and tracing two fingers down one of it's embroidered patterns.
Janius felt as if he should have been more shocked when Meesei opened the door to the changing room he was occupying. He was almost tripped into one of the walls as he tried to move to one side in a mid-trousers-pulling stoop. He had already slipped on a fibrous jerkin-type article and still had his undergarments on, but it was less embarrassment at his partial nudity than being shoved to one side while in a compromising position that seemed a tad uncomfortable. "Uh, hello Meesei," Janius said semi-non-nonchalantly, as he tied the cord at the belt of his new leggings. "A bit cramped for two, I'll just..." Janius tried to shift around Meesei with his forearms raised and against the walls, "... I'll just get out of your way. These rooms are normally only made for one at a time." Inevitably, he got in the way of her trying to undress herself and ended up sliding out of the door with more physical contact than he was used to from her.
Listening to every word, Ariel held one hand clasped in the other against her front at nodded. Ariel opted not to talk about what many things her former coven had applied Hist sap to in the past. She thought it a shame that it would be hard to come by. If she could get a sample, it would make replicating the scent easier than raising her nose outside the city tree all the time. The mention of body paint was a very helpful point, however.
"Hmm, yes, I think I could do that. If I could make it affordable, I might have a hit there. Especially if I can source the pigments." Ariel said, her mind drifting from the conversation for a moment, before she smiled and looked to Speaks-With-Thread again. "I have a couple of other questions, following on. First of all, um, would you, or anyone you know, be interested in being... well, test subjects, if I were to try and formulate a makeup that you described? Also, about the hist sap, I understand that it would be out of the question to use it as an ingredient, but what do you think my chances are of borrowing a sample that I could use as a reference to try and imitate it? It would be easier than going out to the tree every time to smell for myself." Ariel raised her palms suddenly, trying to be diplomatic, "O-of course I know that the Hist are very important, I don't mean any disrespect. I was just wondering." Internally, Ariel chided herself for not being more culturally sensitive and let her mouth run ahead of her mind. With Janius emerging from the changing room behind Ariel, however, the fact that Meesei had entered beforehand may have proven just enough of a distraction.
Once Janius escaped and closed the door behind him, he took a moment to get his bearings. That was awkward. He was brought back to reality by his own reflection in the corner of his eye. Near to the changing rooms was a well placed vanity mirror, upon which Janius could scrutinise how well the Argonian style worked on him. He pulled a few faces while he inspected it. He would certainly fit in more with the populous, and the material was perfect for the weather. A bit less strapping than the clothing he was used to, but it had it a distinct charm to it. Perhaps the one with the red feathers on it...
"Sure," Fendros said, averting his eyes from the jewellery and following Ahnasha to the clothing. It occurred to Fendros that perhaps going to a tailor would be an opportune time for Ahnasha to buy some clothing that fitted her pregnant state more comfortably than the city clothes she often complained about. In fact, there was plenty on display that didn't cover the belly at all. Perhaps it would be a non-issue. Fendros hadn't looked for any clothes for himself yet, but he wasn't too picky. He would probably wear the first thing he found that fit him. "Anything catch your eye, Ahna?" Fendros asked Ahnasha, strolling beside her amongst the wares.
Janius felt as if he should have been more shocked when Meesei opened the door to the changing room he was occupying. He was almost tripped into one of the walls as he tried to move to one side in a mid-trousers-pulling stoop. He had already slipped on a fibrous jerkin-type article and still had his undergarments on, but it was less embarrassment at his partial nudity than being shoved to one side while in a compromising position that seemed a tad uncomfortable. "Uh, hello Meesei," Janius said semi-non-nonchalantly, as he tied the cord at the belt of his new leggings. "A bit cramped for two, I'll just..." Janius tried to shift around Meesei with his forearms raised and against the walls, "... I'll just get out of your way. These rooms are normally only made for one at a time." Inevitably, he got in the way of her trying to undress herself and ended up sliding out of the door with more physical contact than he was used to from her.
Listening to every word, Ariel held one hand clasped in the other against her front at nodded. Ariel opted not to talk about what many things her former coven had applied Hist sap to in the past. She thought it a shame that it would be hard to come by. If she could get a sample, it would make replicating the scent easier than raising her nose outside the city tree all the time. The mention of body paint was a very helpful point, however.
"Hmm, yes, I think I could do that. If I could make it affordable, I might have a hit there. Especially if I can source the pigments." Ariel said, her mind drifting from the conversation for a moment, before she smiled and looked to Speaks-With-Thread again. "I have a couple of other questions, following on. First of all, um, would you, or anyone you know, be interested in being... well, test subjects, if I were to try and formulate a makeup that you described? Also, about the hist sap, I understand that it would be out of the question to use it as an ingredient, but what do you think my chances are of borrowing a sample that I could use as a reference to try and imitate it? It would be easier than going out to the tree every time to smell for myself." Ariel raised her palms suddenly, trying to be diplomatic, "O-of course I know that the Hist are very important, I don't mean any disrespect. I was just wondering." Internally, Ariel chided herself for not being more culturally sensitive and let her mouth run ahead of her mind. With Janius emerging from the changing room behind Ariel, however, the fact that Meesei had entered beforehand may have proven just enough of a distraction.
Once Janius escaped and closed the door behind him, he took a moment to get his bearings. That was awkward. He was brought back to reality by his own reflection in the corner of his eye. Near to the changing rooms was a well placed vanity mirror, upon which Janius could scrutinise how well the Argonian style worked on him. He pulled a few faces while he inspected it. He would certainly fit in more with the populous, and the material was perfect for the weather. A bit less strapping than the clothing he was used to, but it had it a distinct charm to it. Perhaps the one with the red feathers on it...
"Sure," Fendros said, averting his eyes from the jewellery and following Ahnasha to the clothing. It occurred to Fendros that perhaps going to a tailor would be an opportune time for Ahnasha to buy some clothing that fitted her pregnant state more comfortably than the city clothes she often complained about. In fact, there was plenty on display that didn't cover the belly at all. Perhaps it would be a non-issue. Fendros hadn't looked for any clothes for himself yet, but he wasn't too picky. He would probably wear the first thing he found that fit him. "Anything catch your eye, Ahna?" Fendros asked Ahnasha, strolling beside her amongst the wares.
Thanks for the acceptance, Reem! I'll get a post up soon.
Name: Tazzak
Race: Jawa
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Homeworld: Tatooine
Profession: Freelance Mechanic
Appearance:
Tazzak is a typical Jawa to most. His face is darkened and obscured under his hood at all times, hiding it save for the soft yellow glow of his eyes. He stands a little over a metre off the ground and is not exactly built threateningly.
As he is often working in the confines of starships, Tazzak prefers to wear a shortened version of the Jawa hooded brown robe, one that is closer-fitting to his arms and stops at his waist. To cover his legs, he wears trousers of a lighter brown colour and foot wrappings of a similar material. he also wears a pouched bandolier and belt with various nick-knacks as well as tools.
Personality:
Moody and fiercely independent, Tazzak makes a quick impression as one who's patience rivals his relative stature to others. Unfortunately, the consequence of his physicality means that the passion in his angry rants at people who cross him are limited to his robotic and near monotonous voice synthesiser that speaks basic for him. When not in a chiding mood, he is clever and persistent, occasionally finding interesting ways around engineering problems. This can unfortunately lead to display something of a superiority complex.
Bio:
While Tazzak was initially raised in a clan that called a mobile sandcrawler home, his talents developed in areas which were less focussed on bodging together something sellable as actually making things work. Pretty much anything electronic and mechanical that fell into his hands was transformed into something that functioned as good as new. He was somewhat appreciated in his family, but ambition drove him to want to work on bigger projects. His dream of building his own starship from scratch was one he knew he was never going to fulfil if he stayed on the sandcrawler, so he left home to get work wherever he could.
He ended up at Mos Shuuta and established himself as a kind of fix-it for hire. At first, he only got work fixing minor problems in droids and the like, but eventually he was trusted enough to help out at the excuse of a spaceport that the community had. With Mos Shuuta being the place it was, it wasn't long before he ran into some types that took advantage of him. The day he didn't get payment for fixing an expensive problem with a certain ship reactor was the same day that he bought himself a weapon. Thankfully, work has been steady since. A change in attitude to have a chip on his shoulder in combination with waving around his blaster pistol has certainly helped against swindlers and the like.
His latest job was to crawl around underneath the floors of a busted up light freighter to work on the power distribution. A light freighter that is coincidentally being hijacked by some mysterious armed assailants.
Weapons: DH-17 Blaster Pistol with a shoulder strap. He's only ever had to threaten people with it rather than actually get in a firefight. The fusion cutter also hurts, but he would rather not risk breaking it.
Gear/Equipment/Items: A homemade voice synthesiser to speak galactic basic standard. Some extra gas and power packs for his blaster. A set of tools including a fusion cutter, welding goggles, protective gloves, a hydrospanner and a fusing pen.
Name: Tazzak
Race: Jawa
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Homeworld: Tatooine
Profession: Freelance Mechanic
Appearance:
Tazzak is a typical Jawa to most. His face is darkened and obscured under his hood at all times, hiding it save for the soft yellow glow of his eyes. He stands a little over a metre off the ground and is not exactly built threateningly.
As he is often working in the confines of starships, Tazzak prefers to wear a shortened version of the Jawa hooded brown robe, one that is closer-fitting to his arms and stops at his waist. To cover his legs, he wears trousers of a lighter brown colour and foot wrappings of a similar material. he also wears a pouched bandolier and belt with various nick-knacks as well as tools.
Personality:
Moody and fiercely independent, Tazzak makes a quick impression as one who's patience rivals his relative stature to others. Unfortunately, the consequence of his physicality means that the passion in his angry rants at people who cross him are limited to his robotic and near monotonous voice synthesiser that speaks basic for him. When not in a chiding mood, he is clever and persistent, occasionally finding interesting ways around engineering problems. This can unfortunately lead to display something of a superiority complex.
Bio:
While Tazzak was initially raised in a clan that called a mobile sandcrawler home, his talents developed in areas which were less focussed on bodging together something sellable as actually making things work. Pretty much anything electronic and mechanical that fell into his hands was transformed into something that functioned as good as new. He was somewhat appreciated in his family, but ambition drove him to want to work on bigger projects. His dream of building his own starship from scratch was one he knew he was never going to fulfil if he stayed on the sandcrawler, so he left home to get work wherever he could.
He ended up at Mos Shuuta and established himself as a kind of fix-it for hire. At first, he only got work fixing minor problems in droids and the like, but eventually he was trusted enough to help out at the excuse of a spaceport that the community had. With Mos Shuuta being the place it was, it wasn't long before he ran into some types that took advantage of him. The day he didn't get payment for fixing an expensive problem with a certain ship reactor was the same day that he bought himself a weapon. Thankfully, work has been steady since. A change in attitude to have a chip on his shoulder in combination with waving around his blaster pistol has certainly helped against swindlers and the like.
His latest job was to crawl around underneath the floors of a busted up light freighter to work on the power distribution. A light freighter that is coincidentally being hijacked by some mysterious armed assailants.
Weapons: DH-17 Blaster Pistol with a shoulder strap. He's only ever had to threaten people with it rather than actually get in a firefight. The fusion cutter also hurts, but he would rather not risk breaking it.
Gear/Equipment/Items: A homemade voice synthesiser to speak galactic basic standard. Some extra gas and power packs for his blaster. A set of tools including a fusion cutter, welding goggles, protective gloves, a hydrospanner and a fusing pen.
Mind if I join in? I am certainly open to negotiation as far as my CS goes:
Name: Tazzak
Race: Jawa
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Homeworld: Tatooine
Profession: Freelance Mechanic
Appearance:
Tazzak is a typical Jawa to most. His face is darkened and obscured under his hood at all times, hiding it save for the soft yellow glow of his eyes. He stands a little over a metre off the ground and is not exactly built threateningly.
As he is often working in the confines of starships, Tazzak prefers to wear a shortened version of the Jawa hooded brown robe, one that is closer-fitting to his arms and stops at his waist. To cover his legs, he wears trousers of a lighter brown colour and foot wrappings of a similar material. he also wears a pouched bandolier and belt with various nick-knacks as well as tools.
Personality:
Moody and fiercely independent, Tazzak makes a quick impression as one who's patience rivals his relative stature to others. Unfortunately, the consequence of his physicality means that the passion in his angry rants at people who cross him are limited to his robotic and near monotonous voice synthesiser that speaks basic for him. When not in a chiding mood, he is clever and persistent, occasionally finding interesting ways around engineering problems. This can unfortunately lead to display something of a superiority complex.
Bio:
While Tazzak was initially raised in a clan that called a mobile sandcrawler home, his talents developed in areas which were less focussed on bodging together something sellable as actually making things work. Pretty much anything electronic and mechanical that fell into his hands was transformed into something that functioned as good as new. He was somewhat appreciated in his family, but ambition drove him to want to work on bigger projects. His dream of building his own starship from scratch was one he knew he was never going to fulfil if he stayed on the sandcrawler, so he left home to get work wherever he could.
He ended up at Mos Shuuta and established himself as a kind of fix-it for hire. At first, he only got work fixing minor problems in droids and the like, but eventually he was trusted enough to help out at the excuse of a spaceport that the community had. With Mos Shuuta being the place it was, it wasn't long before he ran into some types that took advantage of him. The day he didn't get payment for fixing an expensive problem with a certain ship reactor was the same day that he bought himself a weapon. Thankfully, work has been steady since. A change in attitude to have a chip on his shoulder in combination with waving around his blaster pistol has certainly helped against swindlers and the like.
His latest job was to crawl around underneath the floors of a busted up light freighter to work on the power distribution. A light freighter that is coincidentally being hijacked by some mysterious armed assailants.
Weapons: DH-17 Blaster Pistol with a shoulder strap. He's only ever had to threaten people with it rather than actually get in a firefight. The fusion cutter also hurts, but he would rather not risk breaking it.
Gear/Equipment/Items: A homemade voice synthesiser to speak galactic basic standard. Some extra gas and power packs for his blaster. A set of tools including a fusion cutter, welding goggles, protective gloves, a hydrospanner and a fusing pen.
Name: Tazzak
Race: Jawa
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Homeworld: Tatooine
Profession: Freelance Mechanic
Appearance:
Tazzak is a typical Jawa to most. His face is darkened and obscured under his hood at all times, hiding it save for the soft yellow glow of his eyes. He stands a little over a metre off the ground and is not exactly built threateningly.
As he is often working in the confines of starships, Tazzak prefers to wear a shortened version of the Jawa hooded brown robe, one that is closer-fitting to his arms and stops at his waist. To cover his legs, he wears trousers of a lighter brown colour and foot wrappings of a similar material. he also wears a pouched bandolier and belt with various nick-knacks as well as tools.
Personality:
Moody and fiercely independent, Tazzak makes a quick impression as one who's patience rivals his relative stature to others. Unfortunately, the consequence of his physicality means that the passion in his angry rants at people who cross him are limited to his robotic and near monotonous voice synthesiser that speaks basic for him. When not in a chiding mood, he is clever and persistent, occasionally finding interesting ways around engineering problems. This can unfortunately lead to display something of a superiority complex.
Bio:
While Tazzak was initially raised in a clan that called a mobile sandcrawler home, his talents developed in areas which were less focussed on bodging together something sellable as actually making things work. Pretty much anything electronic and mechanical that fell into his hands was transformed into something that functioned as good as new. He was somewhat appreciated in his family, but ambition drove him to want to work on bigger projects. His dream of building his own starship from scratch was one he knew he was never going to fulfil if he stayed on the sandcrawler, so he left home to get work wherever he could.
He ended up at Mos Shuuta and established himself as a kind of fix-it for hire. At first, he only got work fixing minor problems in droids and the like, but eventually he was trusted enough to help out at the excuse of a spaceport that the community had. With Mos Shuuta being the place it was, it wasn't long before he ran into some types that took advantage of him. The day he didn't get payment for fixing an expensive problem with a certain ship reactor was the same day that he bought himself a weapon. Thankfully, work has been steady since. A change in attitude to have a chip on his shoulder in combination with waving around his blaster pistol has certainly helped against swindlers and the like.
His latest job was to crawl around underneath the floors of a busted up light freighter to work on the power distribution. A light freighter that is coincidentally being hijacked by some mysterious armed assailants.
Weapons: DH-17 Blaster Pistol with a shoulder strap. He's only ever had to threaten people with it rather than actually get in a firefight. The fusion cutter also hurts, but he would rather not risk breaking it.
Gear/Equipment/Items: A homemade voice synthesiser to speak galactic basic standard. Some extra gas and power packs for his blaster. A set of tools including a fusion cutter, welding goggles, protective gloves, a hydrospanner and a fusing pen.
You know, for Argonian clothing, that skirt looks like it would be really heavy to try and swim in. Bah, I shouldn't knitpick. It gives some perspective.
Urgh, a couple more busy days, then I'm free!... Free to study for my exams, that is -_- . At least I only have two of them this time around, so study probably won't force me into RP lockdown like it normally does with exam season. In any case, sparse posting is to be expected for tomorrow and the day after.
Urgh, a couple more busy days, then I'm free!... Free to study for my exams, that is -_- . At least I only have two of them this time around, so study probably won't force me into RP lockdown like it normally does with exam season. In any case, sparse posting is to be expected for tomorrow and the day after.
With such a warm reception, the pack did not have to be encouraged further to peruse the Loom and Lapis' items.
Having what he considered to be an eye for fashion despite rarely being in contact with it, Janius was certainly intrigued by the clothing of the Argonian styles. He felt the materials between his fingers, scrutinising them. It seemed that most of the materials were local. They were rough but durable, while still managing to have some eye-pleasing patterns and colours. It wasn't like most clothing he had come across, such as the now yellowed shirt and slightly sodden trousers and boots that he took from Morrowind to wear in cities. What was on display had a charm that he seemed unsure about at first, but transitioned to appealing the more he looked at them. He was the first to pick out a few items that looked about his size and disappear behind the door of the changing room.
While Janius went straight for the clothing, Fendros was swiftly entranced by the intricate jewellery on display. Though there were mostly amethysts amongst the stones, there were less prominent pearls and, behind glass cases, more valuable gems. Whether they were wrought from gold, silver, copper, wood, bone, brass, or a material Fendros didn't recognise, they each were made with such fine detail that Fendros had to lean his head in close to properly appreciate them. "You weren't lying about Argonian jewellery, Ahna." Fendros said, looking at a gold ruby ring that he was almost too afraid to ask the price of. "These are exquisite," he breathed.
Sabine was about as used to clothing stores as Meesei was, having rarely seen the inside of them. People would normally pick out her clothes for her if it was for the purpose of temporarily disguising in cities. Even though her eyes scanned various points of interest within the store, she stayed beside Meesei for the moment.
Upon Meesei's suggestion, Ariel approached Speaks-With-Thread and glanced to one side, slightly nervous at engaging someone new. "Hello Speaks-With-Thread," Ariel said with a quavering voice, "my name is Ariel. I'm actually about to move here, my friends and I just travelled from up north." She extended a hand to the tailor, "A-anyway, I was wondering if you could advise me with something." Ariel took a breath, her voice levelling as she gained momentum, "You see, I'm hoping to open an apothecary, and while I do make medicines, there isn't as much of a demand amongst a people that has adapted to resist disease and poison." She ended her sentence with a nervous laugh, "The way things are, I'm probably going to be selling more perfumes, ointments, make-up, that sort of thing. You are a woman who is familiar with this city's fashions, I don't suppose you might know what kind of cosmetics are in demand in Thorn?"
Having what he considered to be an eye for fashion despite rarely being in contact with it, Janius was certainly intrigued by the clothing of the Argonian styles. He felt the materials between his fingers, scrutinising them. It seemed that most of the materials were local. They were rough but durable, while still managing to have some eye-pleasing patterns and colours. It wasn't like most clothing he had come across, such as the now yellowed shirt and slightly sodden trousers and boots that he took from Morrowind to wear in cities. What was on display had a charm that he seemed unsure about at first, but transitioned to appealing the more he looked at them. He was the first to pick out a few items that looked about his size and disappear behind the door of the changing room.
While Janius went straight for the clothing, Fendros was swiftly entranced by the intricate jewellery on display. Though there were mostly amethysts amongst the stones, there were less prominent pearls and, behind glass cases, more valuable gems. Whether they were wrought from gold, silver, copper, wood, bone, brass, or a material Fendros didn't recognise, they each were made with such fine detail that Fendros had to lean his head in close to properly appreciate them. "You weren't lying about Argonian jewellery, Ahna." Fendros said, looking at a gold ruby ring that he was almost too afraid to ask the price of. "These are exquisite," he breathed.
Sabine was about as used to clothing stores as Meesei was, having rarely seen the inside of them. People would normally pick out her clothes for her if it was for the purpose of temporarily disguising in cities. Even though her eyes scanned various points of interest within the store, she stayed beside Meesei for the moment.
Upon Meesei's suggestion, Ariel approached Speaks-With-Thread and glanced to one side, slightly nervous at engaging someone new. "Hello Speaks-With-Thread," Ariel said with a quavering voice, "my name is Ariel. I'm actually about to move here, my friends and I just travelled from up north." She extended a hand to the tailor, "A-anyway, I was wondering if you could advise me with something." Ariel took a breath, her voice levelling as she gained momentum, "You see, I'm hoping to open an apothecary, and while I do make medicines, there isn't as much of a demand amongst a people that has adapted to resist disease and poison." She ended her sentence with a nervous laugh, "The way things are, I'm probably going to be selling more perfumes, ointments, make-up, that sort of thing. You are a woman who is familiar with this city's fashions, I don't suppose you might know what kind of cosmetics are in demand in Thorn?"
Sounds good. I think I'll just have Ariel be on the lookout for things for the most part, but I think her priorities would be to find a house or a shop/house, and maybe finding suppliers for rarer ingredients. She also might be interested to know what kind of competition there is around the city and hopefully find needs to fill with the populace.
As for the clothing, I wouldn't know the first thing about it. I thought probably silks and cottons would be appropriate because of the weather, but as for styles, I don't know. Imperial or Dunmer maybe? I looked at a couple of screenshots of ESO, and they looked slightly inspired by native South American styles, but it was more armour than general clothing. Not to mention that ESO is set in the second era, so things might have changed. All in all, I'm not sure that it's really a big deal, go with whatever.
As for the clothing, I wouldn't know the first thing about it. I thought probably silks and cottons would be appropriate because of the weather, but as for styles, I don't know. Imperial or Dunmer maybe? I looked at a couple of screenshots of ESO, and they looked slightly inspired by native South American styles, but it was more armour than general clothing. Not to mention that ESO is set in the second era, so things might have changed. All in all, I'm not sure that it's really a big deal, go with whatever.
"If I may, Rukeewei," Ariel stepped forward, readjusting the knapsack that she had carried all this way, "We've traveled from up north, in Morrowind. My friends here are to visit and are helping me get settled, but I'm looking to immigrate here and set up a business. Do you know who I would need to talk to for real estate?"
The innkeeper looked at the ceiling and rubbed the underside of his chin in thought. "You would probably need to go up to the keep and talk to someone there. Probably wouldn't be the count, more likely one of the administrators." He shrugged, "I can't say for sure. Try asking around at the keep, someone is bound to have what you need. If I may ask, what business are you intending to start?"
"An apothecary," Ariel replied with a smile.
"I see, I see," Rukeewei nodded, "You might have a small amount of competition in some of the tribal alchemists in the area, but you have the look about you of someone who was taught with a different skill set. Yes, you may find a market yet. In fact..." Rukeewei leaned forward slighty, with both hands on the bar top, "... You wouldn't happen to sell that paint that Imperial woman put on their nails, would you?" The innkeeper moved his hands about as if he was stroking an invisible paint brush over his fingers.
Ariel turned her head slightly, "I might in the future, why do you ask?"
"Well, my own mother is rather obsessed with Imperial fashion. I'll refer her to you if I see you in the market, or maybe drop in once you have everything sorted to let me know where she might purchase something."
With Rukeewei's Argonian face not making his intentions as obvious as they should have been, it was a moment before Ariel processed the sincerity of his tone. "Um, sure- of course!" Ariel replied, taken rather off-guard at finding a potential customer after barely having spent an hour in the city. "Of course, that would be wonderful." In truth, Ariel didn't much know whether there would be the right pigments available for nail polish, but she would be on the lookout from now on.
Ariel glanced at the pack. No one immediately seemed to have any more questions, so she turned back to Rukeewei, who was still smiling patiently at them. "D-do you mind if I borrow a key to one of the room's strongboxes? I have a few odds and ends that I won't be needing to carry around all day." Ariel asked, pointing a thumb at the stairs that presumably lead up to the rooms.
"Sure," Rukeewei leaned underneath the counter and retrieved a small metal key, handing it to Ariel. "This one should be for the first room on your right after you climb the stairs, but keep your most precious valuables to yourself. I'm not quite as wealthy as the proprietors of the Potted Purity up in the noble district. No metal banded chests in their inn rooms, just sturdy wooden boxes with a lock on them riveted to the floor beams. We don't get burglaries in the city often, and in truth they go for the richer places anyway, but I would hate to risk having anything essential stolen if you're just about to move here."
Ariel rolled her sore shoulders and looked at the key in her hands. There wasn't much in her knapsack that would be difficult to replace in all truth. It was just a few basic potions, some vessels of preserved ingredients, and some of her personal wares. She still kept her most valuable belongings in her shoulderbag. She looked up at the innkeeper and nodded, "Thank you."
The pack waited a moment for Ariel to put away her knapsack, and she came back with something of a spring in her step. Even though they had spent much of the day traveling, she was full of energy and excitement at such a new place. Their next stop was eventually the Loom and Lapis, as the barkeep suggested. On the way there, on the comparatively quiet street to the festivities further in the town, Ariel came to a realisation that made her chuckle out of the blue. "I think I just got what that man meant by 'a different skill set'," Ariel said, not quite sure what to feel except amused, "Argonians have so few diseases to treat. My biggest market among these folk will probably be cosmetics. That might just be amongst the working class though, I'll have to keep my ear to the ground to find out more."
The innkeeper looked at the ceiling and rubbed the underside of his chin in thought. "You would probably need to go up to the keep and talk to someone there. Probably wouldn't be the count, more likely one of the administrators." He shrugged, "I can't say for sure. Try asking around at the keep, someone is bound to have what you need. If I may ask, what business are you intending to start?"
"An apothecary," Ariel replied with a smile.
"I see, I see," Rukeewei nodded, "You might have a small amount of competition in some of the tribal alchemists in the area, but you have the look about you of someone who was taught with a different skill set. Yes, you may find a market yet. In fact..." Rukeewei leaned forward slighty, with both hands on the bar top, "... You wouldn't happen to sell that paint that Imperial woman put on their nails, would you?" The innkeeper moved his hands about as if he was stroking an invisible paint brush over his fingers.
Ariel turned her head slightly, "I might in the future, why do you ask?"
"Well, my own mother is rather obsessed with Imperial fashion. I'll refer her to you if I see you in the market, or maybe drop in once you have everything sorted to let me know where she might purchase something."
With Rukeewei's Argonian face not making his intentions as obvious as they should have been, it was a moment before Ariel processed the sincerity of his tone. "Um, sure- of course!" Ariel replied, taken rather off-guard at finding a potential customer after barely having spent an hour in the city. "Of course, that would be wonderful." In truth, Ariel didn't much know whether there would be the right pigments available for nail polish, but she would be on the lookout from now on.
Ariel glanced at the pack. No one immediately seemed to have any more questions, so she turned back to Rukeewei, who was still smiling patiently at them. "D-do you mind if I borrow a key to one of the room's strongboxes? I have a few odds and ends that I won't be needing to carry around all day." Ariel asked, pointing a thumb at the stairs that presumably lead up to the rooms.
"Sure," Rukeewei leaned underneath the counter and retrieved a small metal key, handing it to Ariel. "This one should be for the first room on your right after you climb the stairs, but keep your most precious valuables to yourself. I'm not quite as wealthy as the proprietors of the Potted Purity up in the noble district. No metal banded chests in their inn rooms, just sturdy wooden boxes with a lock on them riveted to the floor beams. We don't get burglaries in the city often, and in truth they go for the richer places anyway, but I would hate to risk having anything essential stolen if you're just about to move here."
Ariel rolled her sore shoulders and looked at the key in her hands. There wasn't much in her knapsack that would be difficult to replace in all truth. It was just a few basic potions, some vessels of preserved ingredients, and some of her personal wares. She still kept her most valuable belongings in her shoulderbag. She looked up at the innkeeper and nodded, "Thank you."
The pack waited a moment for Ariel to put away her knapsack, and she came back with something of a spring in her step. Even though they had spent much of the day traveling, she was full of energy and excitement at such a new place. Their next stop was eventually the Loom and Lapis, as the barkeep suggested. On the way there, on the comparatively quiet street to the festivities further in the town, Ariel came to a realisation that made her chuckle out of the blue. "I think I just got what that man meant by 'a different skill set'," Ariel said, not quite sure what to feel except amused, "Argonians have so few diseases to treat. My biggest market among these folk will probably be cosmetics. That might just be amongst the working class though, I'll have to keep my ear to the ground to find out more."
Yuck. I've been trying to access the IC just to confirm my post went up, and it's only just started to respond again. Maybe the site has too many people trying to access it at once or something.
At least I've been able to get plenty of work done today :P
At least I've been able to get plenty of work done today :P
Even though the weather didn't seem to shift, the pack eventually moved on to finally reach the city of Thorn. As soon as they laid their eyes upon it, they were beholden by a great walled town rivaling the Imperial City itself in aesthetic design. Even though it was nowhere near as big, it was teeming with vegetation against the white walls framed by the backdrop of the sky and the endless ocean behind it. As they walked through the gate, they found themselves slowing down as they constantly looked up and around at the various decorations that seemed to flow around the buildings like a storm of leaves and petals frozen in place.
In their mostly Morrowind-style city attire, the pack stood out against who appeared to be the local populace, even though a great many wore a variety of styles as Meesei mentioned. Indeed, Ariel in particular still had her modified robe and looked somewhat dilapidated. They had all been traveling for a long time, however, so there wasn't much they could really do to about it.
"Everyone I can see is wearing silks," Janius pointed out, needing to raise his voice over the chatter of the crowds, "I'd bet that'd be a far better material for this climate." He looked to Meesei in particular, knowing that she was not used to the city, "However, I think our first priority should be to find an inn and book rooms. If there is a festival on, we might have trouble finding enough free rooms with all the visitors."
"He's right, if we don't find rooms, the inns will be filled to the brim by nightfall," Fendros added.
In their mostly Morrowind-style city attire, the pack stood out against who appeared to be the local populace, even though a great many wore a variety of styles as Meesei mentioned. Indeed, Ariel in particular still had her modified robe and looked somewhat dilapidated. They had all been traveling for a long time, however, so there wasn't much they could really do to about it.
"Everyone I can see is wearing silks," Janius pointed out, needing to raise his voice over the chatter of the crowds, "I'd bet that'd be a far better material for this climate." He looked to Meesei in particular, knowing that she was not used to the city, "However, I think our first priority should be to find an inn and book rooms. If there is a festival on, we might have trouble finding enough free rooms with all the visitors."
"He's right, if we don't find rooms, the inns will be filled to the brim by nightfall," Fendros added.
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