Deliver the Parcel!
Fall 44th 513 AV; 8th Bell
Location: The Nyka Delivery Bureau, East Quarter
The morning air felt cool after Toan departed the delivery bureau with his job in hand, the package loosely gripped as he tapped his fingertips in rhythm across the paper that wrapped its content. His superior had the decency to grant him easy routes to start off his training, since he’d been so new to the city, thus provided him with the jobs close to home. Just yesterday alone proved a challenge to learn everything he could about the route he’d been given, but Toan had taken to adopt not only just the streets and paths to follow but certain landscapes within an area to familiarize his self with that particular route. This package needed to reach a shop in the Flaxen District for retail purposes or so Toan gathered; really he didn’t bother with wondering what shop needed a parcel delivered from the bureau.
With a yawn to complain against the early bells the courier moved along down the route that he’d been told to taken, which involved an odd turn here or there but provided a few landscapes at best. It would only be a matter of time as Toan would one day learn these streets by heart, and soon after become one with the shadows. For now though he stuck to something simple rather than jumping into the unknown just yet, he needed to be prepared for whatever Nyka had to throw at him. Which didn’t surprise him when he was treated like such an outlander, even if he worked now he’d found that many of the residents scoffed at him from time to time. Many were iffy about giving him directions when he’d asked but they still did so, which of course made the job as well as the day a little easier to get through.
At some odd point Toan reached the docks of Nyka and knew he had to be somewhere on the right track. This was part of the route he was suppose to take to reach the Flaxen District, so he’d only need to continue poking around until he’d find this said district. Of course Toan hadn’t been aware of how time could escape him quickly, as the sun had rested in rising stages what had seem like a short time ago. Now it’d reached its peak and slowly started its descent into the lazy part of the day. This was when Toan had started to notice the difference in the smell of the area, where the sea and its fishy aroma soured the air Toan could pick up the scent of fabric dyer as he walked along the street. Sure enough the transition became stronger, yet all the more welcome, as Toan finally found the district with its shops.
The shop he had to reach was the The Theater if he’d recalled his directions appropriately, but luckily for him the person he’d needed to meet had waited for him outside its entrance. It was a man dressed in fine silk robes the colors of yellow and orange, with a head clean of hair and a shine from the rays that beamed on the city. "Took your bloody time! Where’s the parcel?"
"Where indeed. Worry not good sir, you’re parcel is right here." Toan mused with a wry smirk as he held up the package for the man. Rather eager to take his delivered property the man held a snooty expression, as he found little amusement in Toan’s rhetoric.
"Hmph, Finally!" He stated before going into the shop, Toan convinced himself that was the formal “thank you” of a likely rich man in Nyka. One of the targets a thief would definitely see in the future to come. Still with a wry smirk Toan turned back to head onward to the bureau, but not before taking in the sights one last time. The Theater, The Orphanage, The Garden, and The Post were all part of the Flaxen District by the looks of it. They were no doubt places Toan would need to visit later on, for now though he’d taken mental notes of their location and filed them away in his memory for later purposes.
Fall 44th 513 AV; 8th Bell
Location: The Nyka Delivery Bureau, East Quarter
The morning air felt cool after Toan departed the delivery bureau with his job in hand, the package loosely gripped as he tapped his fingertips in rhythm across the paper that wrapped its content. His superior had the decency to grant him easy routes to start off his training, since he’d been so new to the city, thus provided him with the jobs close to home. Just yesterday alone proved a challenge to learn everything he could about the route he’d been given, but Toan had taken to adopt not only just the streets and paths to follow but certain landscapes within an area to familiarize his self with that particular route. This package needed to reach a shop in the Flaxen District for retail purposes or so Toan gathered; really he didn’t bother with wondering what shop needed a parcel delivered from the bureau.
With a yawn to complain against the early bells the courier moved along down the route that he’d been told to taken, which involved an odd turn here or there but provided a few landscapes at best. It would only be a matter of time as Toan would one day learn these streets by heart, and soon after become one with the shadows. For now though he stuck to something simple rather than jumping into the unknown just yet, he needed to be prepared for whatever Nyka had to throw at him. Which didn’t surprise him when he was treated like such an outlander, even if he worked now he’d found that many of the residents scoffed at him from time to time. Many were iffy about giving him directions when he’d asked but they still did so, which of course made the job as well as the day a little easier to get through.
At some odd point Toan reached the docks of Nyka and knew he had to be somewhere on the right track. This was part of the route he was suppose to take to reach the Flaxen District, so he’d only need to continue poking around until he’d find this said district. Of course Toan hadn’t been aware of how time could escape him quickly, as the sun had rested in rising stages what had seem like a short time ago. Now it’d reached its peak and slowly started its descent into the lazy part of the day. This was when Toan had started to notice the difference in the smell of the area, where the sea and its fishy aroma soured the air Toan could pick up the scent of fabric dyer as he walked along the street. Sure enough the transition became stronger, yet all the more welcome, as Toan finally found the district with its shops.
The shop he had to reach was the The Theater if he’d recalled his directions appropriately, but luckily for him the person he’d needed to meet had waited for him outside its entrance. It was a man dressed in fine silk robes the colors of yellow and orange, with a head clean of hair and a shine from the rays that beamed on the city. "Took your bloody time! Where’s the parcel?"
"Where indeed. Worry not good sir, you’re parcel is right here." Toan mused with a wry smirk as he held up the package for the man. Rather eager to take his delivered property the man held a snooty expression, as he found little amusement in Toan’s rhetoric.
"Hmph, Finally!" He stated before going into the shop, Toan convinced himself that was the formal “thank you” of a likely rich man in Nyka. One of the targets a thief would definitely see in the future to come. Still with a wry smirk Toan turned back to head onward to the bureau, but not before taking in the sights one last time. The Theater, The Orphanage, The Garden, and The Post were all part of the Flaxen District by the looks of it. They were no doubt places Toan would need to visit later on, for now though he’d taken mental notes of their location and filed them away in his memory for later purposes.
