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Post by walkonair on Feb 7, 2011 3:11:30 GMT -5
Taking advantage of the moments of winter sunshine, a girl walks about the markets of Suzail on most days of the week. Dressed pleasantly in a green dress cinched by a brown bodice vest, and wrapped in a brown cloak to ward off the cold, she browses the stalls and purchases the odd item here or there.
At times she converses with fellow passersby going about their daily routines and shopping or with the shopkeepers, greeting most by name. These animated and friendly conversations can range over a wide variety of topics, from discussions on the employment opportunities in the city, to the fine quality of the goods being sold, to recent and outdated fashions, and even catering.
Often she wanders holding a package of warm cookies, freshly baked by Tariel, and conversations at these times can be slightly muffled by either party munching on the delicious baked goods.
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Post by walkonair on Feb 14, 2011 1:48:26 GMT -5
After a few days absence, the young woman returns to Suzail's markets. Over the week, she converses with shopkeepers and passers-by alike, offering a helping hand to Calina and Bens in setting out their goods for the morning market as they speak. After a lively conversation with Kell on the best display of handbags to attract customers, she walks westward into Suzail.
In the quieter parts of the city she greets a wide range of peoples working at the various estates. To those who speak with her, she offers her help with any task at hand, whether pulling weeds, sweeping, carrying packages or messages, or dumping slops; any request for her to plant flowers is eagerly accepted.
While working, she continues her enquiries as to employment opportunities in the city, and deftly turns the conversations into further discussions into the history of the houses, residents and area. Somehow, any work is always enlivened by a few verses of popular songs or folk-tunes, the young woman encouraging the Suzail citizens to sing or singing for them as requested. Any who welcome her help are left with a memory of a bright smile and sincere thanks for their time and conversation.
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Post by walkonair on Feb 21, 2011 4:09:13 GMT -5
Twirling a lock too short to be contained in her plaited hair, she walks into Suzail’s courthouse one bright morning. Entering the public waiting area, the young lady smiles charmingly at a nearby clerk, and asks for directions to the public records section. Further conversation on the most appropriate records for estates, housing and public works ensues, culminating in an affable enquiry as to the city’s employment or recruitment agencies, details of which she neatly records in a small well-used notebook.
Not wishing to take up too much of the clerks’ valuable time, she bids them a good day and follows their directions to records sections available to the public, where she can be found researching into housing histories until the late afternoon.
// PMs sent
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