The best way to get one's name out to the public is to tell as many people as possible that name. And Xira took this to heart, but he was puzzled on how to go about this. He was munching a delicious lunch that afternoon, enjoying the shows and performances at the Theater square. However, all he could think of was what he was going to do to get work, to make a living and to feed himself. If he was to be a successful messenger, deliver-er, then he had let people who needed things delivered know. What was he to do? Go door to door and ask if they needed messages delivered? Theoretically his work would come about by word of mouth, but he needed people talking about him first for that to happen.
A pair of jugglers in the square had dropped a bean filled ball, much to Xira's amusement. Somehow the simple act sparked a thought in his mind. What if dropped his name to the merchants of the city? They were the most connected individuals, the innkeepers and the shop owners, and they should know exactly who would need his services. They might even need him themselves. One juggler deftly kicked the ball into his hand and tossed it to his fellow performer, continuing their performance of juggling balls between them. He tossed a silver miza into their basket and went on his way.
The rest of the day was spent visiting shops in the Nettle district and then in the Warehouse district. At the Ironworks and the Feather and the Shaft he introduced himself and his purpose and where he could be found. It was met with brief nods and neutral comments and certainly no commitments. Unlikely they would need him with apprentices and assistants, but he hoped that he would at least make an impression. At the Sultros Blades, he found no one there. The owner was probably doing errands or having a break. He made a note to come back later.
The Ethereal Notions was creepy beyond compare. He was polite of course, but he itched to leave the entire time he was there. Whisper, the owner of what turned out to be just a home, seemed pleased that her reputation was known among the living and agreed that if she needed messages or parcels sent she would count on him. It was less of a shop and more the home of someone who did a service, something he imagined he shared with Whisper. When he left he felt as if eyes of a curious presence followed him until he was far away.
The apothecary shop, Stormhold Salves, had an intriguing woman with four arms as it's owner. Sahfri was a pleasure to meet and claimed that if she needed his services, she would seek him out. Similarly Atta, the florist of the city claimed that if she got a large order, she might take him up on his offer. The bold old woman even attempted to sell some flowers to the young man, claiming that there had to be a young lady in his life. While flattering, he had to refuse, but claimed that he would return the moment a woman entered into his life.
And so it went until he went through the majority of the shops in the city. Xira felt that he had accomplished a great feat. Surely one of them would require his help at some point, perhaps they would tell their customers even. The last place to go was to the Elegant Weave before going to the inns and taverns and then to the Windmount stables. He whistled to himself as he slipped into The Elegant Weave and was bombarded with the sight of a dazzling array of colored textiles and garments of all qualities, kinds and styles.
"Hello there young man" came a voice from the back, "If you see anything you like, let me know."
Xira follow the feminine voice to the back, ducking out of the way of a curtain of linen. He couldn't see the voice's owner while he moved back, but apparently she could see him. The place smelled of dye and clean cloth, an intoxicating scent for someone who favored washing himself and his clothes often. At last he had tracked down the woman. The woman, who he would later discover to be Navia Druva herself, was busy inspecting a fabric and making comments to a younger woman. "Yes, yes, this will do. Make sure to use to have her use the right stitches this time, the Lady's dress must be perfect. Gods know we are being paid enough." When she turned her attention to him she smiled, "Did you see anything you liked? Maybe something for the woman in your life? We also have made clothes over there for yourself or for your lady." She gestured distractedly to the clothing portion of the store.
A busy woman indeed, she managed to deliver a full sales pitch while working with her staff. He bowed to the woman, "I actually come to offer you my services." He straightened up and gave her a winning smile, "If you have need of someone to deliver goods and messages in or out of the city I am yours." This caused the woman to pause and look at the man before her shrewdly. "I actually might have something for you sir. What is your name?" Xira gave it and asked her "What would that be?"
A pair of jugglers in the square had dropped a bean filled ball, much to Xira's amusement. Somehow the simple act sparked a thought in his mind. What if dropped his name to the merchants of the city? They were the most connected individuals, the innkeepers and the shop owners, and they should know exactly who would need his services. They might even need him themselves. One juggler deftly kicked the ball into his hand and tossed it to his fellow performer, continuing their performance of juggling balls between them. He tossed a silver miza into their basket and went on his way.
The rest of the day was spent visiting shops in the Nettle district and then in the Warehouse district. At the Ironworks and the Feather and the Shaft he introduced himself and his purpose and where he could be found. It was met with brief nods and neutral comments and certainly no commitments. Unlikely they would need him with apprentices and assistants, but he hoped that he would at least make an impression. At the Sultros Blades, he found no one there. The owner was probably doing errands or having a break. He made a note to come back later.
The Ethereal Notions was creepy beyond compare. He was polite of course, but he itched to leave the entire time he was there. Whisper, the owner of what turned out to be just a home, seemed pleased that her reputation was known among the living and agreed that if she needed messages or parcels sent she would count on him. It was less of a shop and more the home of someone who did a service, something he imagined he shared with Whisper. When he left he felt as if eyes of a curious presence followed him until he was far away.
The apothecary shop, Stormhold Salves, had an intriguing woman with four arms as it's owner. Sahfri was a pleasure to meet and claimed that if she needed his services, she would seek him out. Similarly Atta, the florist of the city claimed that if she got a large order, she might take him up on his offer. The bold old woman even attempted to sell some flowers to the young man, claiming that there had to be a young lady in his life. While flattering, he had to refuse, but claimed that he would return the moment a woman entered into his life.
And so it went until he went through the majority of the shops in the city. Xira felt that he had accomplished a great feat. Surely one of them would require his help at some point, perhaps they would tell their customers even. The last place to go was to the Elegant Weave before going to the inns and taverns and then to the Windmount stables. He whistled to himself as he slipped into The Elegant Weave and was bombarded with the sight of a dazzling array of colored textiles and garments of all qualities, kinds and styles.
"Hello there young man" came a voice from the back, "If you see anything you like, let me know."
Xira follow the feminine voice to the back, ducking out of the way of a curtain of linen. He couldn't see the voice's owner while he moved back, but apparently she could see him. The place smelled of dye and clean cloth, an intoxicating scent for someone who favored washing himself and his clothes often. At last he had tracked down the woman. The woman, who he would later discover to be Navia Druva herself, was busy inspecting a fabric and making comments to a younger woman. "Yes, yes, this will do. Make sure to use to have her use the right stitches this time, the Lady's dress must be perfect. Gods know we are being paid enough." When she turned her attention to him she smiled, "Did you see anything you liked? Maybe something for the woman in your life? We also have made clothes over there for yourself or for your lady." She gestured distractedly to the clothing portion of the store.
A busy woman indeed, she managed to deliver a full sales pitch while working with her staff. He bowed to the woman, "I actually come to offer you my services." He straightened up and gave her a winning smile, "If you have need of someone to deliver goods and messages in or out of the city I am yours." This caused the woman to pause and look at the man before her shrewdly. "I actually might have something for you sir. What is your name?" Xira gave it and asked her "What would that be?"
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Words from me to you
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