Season of Fall, Day 3, 513 AV
Money. It made the world go 'round. And Lorick didn't have enough of it. Oh he had Mizas, but nothing and no one seemed to be accepting that coinage here, instead going for a type of coin called a "Laat". Trahern had never heard of a "Laat" before, but it was irrelevant to his problem. He needed Laats, and he'd been told that the place to exchange his Mizas was a location called the Heavy Coffers Headquarters. Also apparently nicknamed the "Vault".
As he approached the structure, Trahern noted the plethora of circles abounding the area. Despite the building's square shape the circular sigil was everywhere, and he briefly wondered about what it represented, before dismissing the information as not relevant to his current situation. As he approached the Nyka Bank, he hefted his bag of coins. It was everything he owned, and he was going to turn it in for Laats. Trahern was not happy with this; he'd much prefer to keep his Mizas, but the economics of the situation did not permit this.
He'd considered shifting into female form for this transaction. Lorick found that being female had a tendency to make just about everything go smoother, and he'd used that particular model so many times it had become much easier than when he first started. But he thought better of it. Not only was it physically taxing to use a full-body model like that, but it was unnecessary in this case. He toyed with the idea of morphing a beard and perhaps longer hair, but determined that to be unnecessary as well.
Instead, he approached the line at the till, patiently waiting his turn to be called. Unconsciously, he began tapping his foot with impatience as the line inched ever-so-slowly forward. The longer he was there, more more uncomfortable Trahern felt. Something was wrong, he could feel it. Then suddenly, he realized why he was so uncomfortable.
There was a pale young woman standing a few feet away from him. Trahern did not know if she had noticed him, but he certainly noticed her. Of all the rotten luck. Despite having moved to Nyka to avoid the attention his name had attracted in Ravok, he just had to run into the one woman who would certainly recognize him. It was too late now; he could not morph here, not with so many witnesses. He would simply have to hope that the girl did not turn his way.
