2nd of Spring, 518 AV
The season had changed, but sadly Carus life situation had not. Well, his income had at least not changed, but since he was running out of money and was soon afraid to be out of it, he knew it was finally time. He had dreaded this day ever since he had started living on his own; he would have to get a real job. The thought made Carus whole body shiver. A regular job, like a regular little peasant. How far he had sunk in this hell hole of a town. Stealing was harder when half the town was trying to steal. People were more alert, and the more ragged the Carus started to look, the less likely he was to approach someone without them keeping an extra eye on him to make sure he wouldn’t take anything.
So this morning he knew it was time, time to look for any job that would gain him some sort of income. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to work for too long before he could make some other sort of arrangement, but for now it was the only choice he had. So it was that he left tent city that morning, wearing his traveling outfit, not making any real effort to look presentable. Even with his five o’clock shadow and uncombed hair, he looked better than most of the city. If you would ask him about it anyway. He decided that the market would be his best bet to find something.
He thought for awhile if he should go through the Slums or Slavers row to get to the market but quickly decided to take the tour through the slave market. He didn’t enjoy seeing people sitting in cages or being sold off to the highest bidder, but the sights of the slums were far worse for Carus. The thought of seeing the buildings again made his stomach turn, so the choice was simple for the time being. He started to walk through tent city towards the slave market.
As he quietly walked along the streets of the slave market, trying to stay off the main ones since he was more likely to there see the bad parts of town, he thought to himself what he might prefer to get a job as. His first thought was at a tavern, pouring drinks for people. He could always sneak a few himself and probably have a good time. Then he remembered all the times he’d seen someone working the bar get hurt when they were forced to break up a bar fight that they had nothing to do with and he quickly changed his mind.
Maybe some sort of salesman? He was sure that if he shaved his face and put on his better clothes, persuading people to buy things from him couldn’t be to hard. It would probably be quite easy in fact, he just had to get a job somewhere with things that everyone needed. Only the really rich spent money on things they didn’t really need here in Sunberth. Although having a job where he could cater to the few rich in town might be a better option, although he knew most of the rich were part of gangs and he had managed to stay out of that so far.
He walked, lost in his own thought between the houses as he suddenly saw something that made his mind focus back to the present. There were just a few other people walking this little side part of the slave market when suddenly he saw a man come running straight at him. The man was wearing very peculiar clothing, all covered up in a cloak, the persons hood covering their face. They ran very quickly, with purpose it looked like. In a hurry perhaps.
As the person got nearer Carus quickly moved to the side of the street to not collide with the runner, afraid of being knocked down because of the speed they were moving in. The person rushed passed him and Carus turned his head to look behind him just as the runner took a right turn and disappeared from sight. It was a bit of a curious incident, and the few other people close by also looked a bit confused at each other.
That was probably why they missed the envelope on the ground. It was just a few feet in front of Carus, and he could have swore it wasn’t there just a second ago. The only reasonable explanation would be that the runner had dropped it and not noticed because of their rush. Carus looked around to see if anyone else had noticed it before he took a quick step forward and picked up the envelope. He turned around towards the way the runner had taken but realised he had no chance of catching up with them. He turned around on the envelope, trying to see if there was a name or an address on it, but all he could see was a dark red lump of wax that held the envelope shut.