Winter 74th, 514 AV
The market was slightly crowded, although not annoyingly so. Shamus was working to stock up on tools for his business. The same one he had yet to actually get a loan for. Still, with a steady paycheck it was good to start buying the amenities that he would need. And considering he worked at a philtering store, he knew what he would need.One of the most important storage vessels was the apothecary chest, which held the many small bits of herbs and other ingredients. Without it he would need a boatload of jars shipped in, making the chest right in front of him look very appealing.
It was dark wood, unlike his light colored and rough one at home, giving it a stylish tint that would fit well with his lab of green vials. Green was the cheapest afterall. The wood was sanded over nicely, and although it lacked a polish Shamus actually had some in store at the Starry Chalice. Good luck seemed to find him after he had stopped forcing everyone to do exactly as he wished.
Why, he knew not. But even under Syna's glare he felt like he used to under Leth's soft embrace. Things were looking bright, and Shamus was in a very chipper mood. With all going so well, the chest in front of him looked very appealing. In fact, so much so that he happened to set down the forty necessary kina that it cost.
He grinned at the shopkeeper, no haggling or djed necessary to go through with this. Shamus was just like every other customer, no different then the one after or before him, but being normal made him feel oh-so special. But lifting the piece of furniture soiled his streak of happiness. The damn thing decided to be much more overweight than it had appeared, which was a sign of sturdiness. But what good was a sturdy chest out in the middle of the market? No good. None at all.
The shopkeeper only offered an apathetic shrug, offering no more help even under the heat of Shamus' blood boiling glare. He needed some assistance, and he only knew one way to go about getting it. Firstly, he decided, I will ask. No forcing... although pushing will be alright. Shamus laid out the clear guidelines for himself, scanning around the area for someone who might be willing to spare a few chimes of their day in exchange for a please and thank you. All he could hope was to find someone soon, for the whispers were already beginning to creep in like tendrils of mist, coiling around him and urging him to overpower others. No! He had to repeat the thought consciously to keep from reaching out at people. He needed to find a candidate, and needed to do so fast.