Log - A Chance Encounter
Updated: Sep 28, 2021
Trader Way - Darmahk
Trader Way is lit with multiple black lamps that line both sides of the
street. The buildings are set up as wood and mason establishments for the
selling of products and services. Wood planks line the front of all the
buildings on this street to keep the bulk of the dirt and dust on the street
and out of the shops. A beautician shoppe is toward the east.
East - Darmahk Beautician Shoppe.
Obvious exits: north, east and south.
Sericia offers a faint dip of her head, "Good evening. I don't think I've
seen you about before."
"Good evening.", Kaisa greets as she dips into a bow of her own, her coffee-colored hair
tumbling over to one side.
Mahir bristles, ears flattening as he drags a tongue across his maw.
Kaisa raises to offer a kind smile. "Kaisa.", she offers before explaining.
"I do apologize if I blocked your way. I'm the newest servant in the Overseer's
Sericia smiles at that, though she reaches out even as she does to twack the
bristling feline on the nose. "Mind your manners, cat," she gips, before
looking back to the girl. "You're quite alright, I assure you. I'm Sericia,
Trademistress of the Trader's Guild and it's a pleasure to meet you. The
over-blooded feline, is Mahir."
Kaisa draws the broom closer to herself. Clearly, the streets in this area
have just been newly swept. "Oh?", she perks up with a visibly curiosity in her
honey-colored eyes. "It is a great pleasure and an honor, Trademistress."
Mahir growls low, raising his head to snuff the air before snarling, slitting
his gaze at Sericia though...minds to the point. "Mahir," he grumbles in echo,
taking his eyes off the two.
Kaisa inclines her head towards the two. "I do hope the night finds you
well.", she offers warmly, saying, "If there is anything I can assist you with, please don't hesitate to let me know. It's an honor to serve the Overseer and the citizens of Darmahk."
"The pleasure's all mine, I assure you," Sericia murmurs offering another
faint dip of her head. "And welcome to Darmahk. You seem keen to your task
though, which is a good sign. I daresay you'll have worked yourself free of it
soon enough." Of the feline, she can't help but add, "He seems bloody, is what
he seems and in dire need of a bath. You're welcome to sweep in the shop though
if you'd like, whilst I try to remind myself not to drown him." Beaming smile.
Kaisa lifts her broom once again with a visible eagerness. "Certainly, Trademistress." She then shifts her gaze towards the Beautician Shoppe. "This one?", she clarifies.
Sericia bobs her head in a nod, even as she reaches up to grab the feline by
the ear to haul him inside. "I swear he's usually much more well mannered.
Quite docile, even. One might even say timid."
Trader Beautician Shoppe
The beautician shoppe is a place where master stylists apply their skills to
change the look of a person or article. This requires patience and artistry as
the use of strong dyes, sharp instruments and a steady hand are needed since a
person or item can be damaged if care is not taken. Assistants for the stylists
are on hand with water, soap, and bandages as the stylists work.
In the wall is a trash collector, "trash <item>" to get rid of something.
A shiny silver bell hangs from a metal bar off the wall.
There is one obvious exit: west.
Mahir shifts his attention to the door, paws flexing his claws as he reaches
up to scratch at his chest lightly. At the second mention of the overseer his
pierced ear twitches. A growl is his only response to the threat, taking care
to step smartly where he needs to in order to be out of the way but still
traverse to where he needs to be. The talking seemed to be well under control,
so it's down to the snarl as he hauled around by the five foot nothing female.
Kaisa wanders into the shoppee, her eyes examining every detail with keen
interest - from the various tools and instruments to the assistants working
about. She doesn't allow the sights to distract her for too long and begins her
task of sweeping the floor.
"He over hunted," Sericia explains, still frowning at the feline. "And he'll
feel sorry for it tomorrow, I'm sure and likely when next he meets you, be a
proper gentlemen, as he /should/," she stresses. Though it's more like she's
lecturing the cat, rather than explaining. "So what brings you to the city,
Kaisa is quite meticulous with her cleaning, though she lifts her eyes when
Sericia speaks to acknowledge her attention. She seems surprised at the
question but answers without hesitation, "I come from a group of itinerant
scholars and adventurers. I grew up under the rule and tutelage of my parents
who were once servants to the Grand Overseer, keepers of the Palace Archive.
Now, they are the highly esteemed leaders of our clan."
Kaisa continues, "It's quite a long story but to be more straight to the
point, I came to Darmahk because I wish to have a greater and more noble
purpose for the pursuit of knowledge and my desire to paint."
Mahir seems to melt under the attention, eyes falling closed as his ears
twitch. Paws reach up to rub his maw, listening to the conversation happening
but keeping his trap shut. Some of this he should remember.
"Oh that sounds quite wonderful!" Sericia muses, even as she settles the cat
into a chair and motions to the servants. Once her supplies are brought to
hand, she begins working on his thick mane with a vigor. "So you'll be familiar
with the lot of it then," a soap laden hand gestures airly towards the city.
Though she keenly latches onto a few choice words, such as a desire to paint.
"Your interest, might it be turned towards the Traders then?" Scrub scrub
Kaisa clears her throat, the faintest hint of a blush staining her cheeks as
Sericia so easily reads her. "It is.", she admits, then quickly adding, "If the
Overseer and Traders should deem me worthy."
"Then you've met with the right person," Mahir murmurs, voice still a holding
a gruff tone but at least able to put together a sentence.
Kaisa smiles at that. "It would seem so.", she responds softly as she
finishes the last of her cleaning, leaving the shoppee floor nearly spotless.
Sericia chuckles, a dark rich sound of throaty amusement. "Well then, our
paths will be crossing quite often, I wager. If you serve the palace well.
We've a need for new blood and you strike me as the sort who carries with them
a measure of talent. Unfortunately, I've got to be getting to bed as soon as I
drop the cat off, but I'll be about tomorrow. Feel free to reach out and I'll
be happy to answer any questions for you that I am and, should you finish your
taskings for the Palace, I daresay we could find you a place." The little
trader delivers with a cheeky grin.
Sericia says to Mahir, "There now, as close to clean as you can get. Almost."
Mahir grunts, nodding as he gives his head a vigorous shake to put wind in
his mane. Raising he licks his maw, heading out.
Mahir leaves west.
Kaisa's honey-colored eyes light up at Sericia's words. "I will do my best to
prove my worth, first to the Overseer and then to you, Trademistress.", she
offers with another humble dip of her head. "I will certainly reach out to you
when I finish with my tasks."
Mahir arrives from the west.
Mahir chuffs, turning his attention from Sericia to Kaisa, nodding lightly.
"Again, Mahir. Blood, Militia. Reach out if you need assistance."
You say to Mahir, "A pleasure to meet you. Please do not hesitate to reach out
to me as well."
Sericia dusts off her hands and steps away from the chair, leaving the
servants with a few kind words and a couple of extra coins to clean up her
mess. Instead, her attention turns back towards Kaisa and she waves a tale
about Jempek, broken paint pots, spitting camels and a flying fish. "You've my
mind, feel free to use it as you need. Even when I'm sleeping, the echos often
linger and I'll reach out to you as soon as I'm awake."
Mahir reaches up a paw to rub an ear, turning a faint glare at Sericia before
turning to head back out.
Mahir leaves west.
Kaisa continues to tell Sericia of her past, telling stories of her desire to mix her love for books with her love of painting.
You say, "I will certainly reach out to you when the time comes. I don't wish
to keep you from your sleep much longer, Trademistress."
Sericia smiles as she soaks in the history, before reaching up to press the
curve of her hand to her mouth to hide the threatening yawn. "It's been a long
few days of constant torch making while we fought the Anaroc," she explains. "I
promise I'll be much better company once I've rested." And with that, she offers a little wave.
Sericia leaves west.