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He heard it through the grape vine, and saw it first hand when Elsa Dasmay came in, literally showing off her flaring gold ring. It was bright enough to light up the whole room. Intrigued, the merchant lord Oska Inawa followed her entourage around as discretely as he could, and once he found the information he was looking for, disappeared from her sight, much to Elsa's dismay. She had, after all, considered Oska most handsome and everyone knew he was unmarried. But he had a reputation as well for being a bit 'aloof', which most accounted for why he had not wed at his age.
But Lord Inawa hardly cared. He had other plans, and he wasn't about to share them with anyone. This 'lighting' ability could be the next big thing, and make him and his empire of associates some of the wealthiest in Serendipity. After all, most places still used candles and chandelier's to light up a place. And enchantments could only last so long. But what if he could contact this enchanted jeweler to create for him magical, hanging crystals that lit up and went out by one's command? And were independently enchanted of one another, but also linked together?
He had seen few like this in other manors before, but all held their own inconveniences. So once this idea struck him, he decided to run with it, desiring to perfect the lighted enchanted crystal idea. After all, if this worked out, this jeweler, a certain Gileth Fireborn, could prove to be a fruitful associate.
So it was business that brought him to Featherfall. But business is normally what dictated his presence anywhere. And despite the sunny day, it was rather chilly, so he dressed appropriately, wearing a sleek, deep blue jerkin that had a tie up collar that now was secured all the way up past his chin, almost to his lips. And he looked somewhat like a turtle in hiding, his tall frame hunched over slightly as he made his way through the market, ever searching for this shop.
Turning the corner, he found himself frowning as he reached a district that appeared to house a lot of peasants who worked over their shops. He hesitated. Perhaps there was another way to get to this shop. He didn't want to step in something, or somehow get a disease by stepping through these streets. After all, they had their laundry strung over head, and people were dumping piss buckets out the window. He could have puked. And who would pay for his expelled, lost lunch?
Yes, this road was definitely too lowly for him, and the stench, most foul. Reaching into his breast pocket, he pulled out a silk kerchief and held it over his mouth, so as not to breath in the diseased air. But upon turning around, the screams of an angered woman over head drew his attention, and he noticed, but briefly, a couple fighting on a balcony over head. But in that split second it took for him to check out the noise, something came falling down and with an unpleasant series of
cracks and
splats, an entire basket of eggs fell onto his head, and he soon had egg yolks running down his brand new, blue and black silk jerkin and tunic. And with a furious cry, he yanked off the basket from his head.
"HEY!" he barked, an accusing finger pointed towards the angered coupled, who gasped at the sight of the man covered in their eggs. "This suit was hand sewn from an authentic, Essyrni weaver! The seamstress made all of these embroideries by hand from a golden sheep's fleece and rare, Anaba spider silk! The embroidery alone probably cost more than this entire street of houses. How are you goign to pay to get this clean and the damages done to it, huh? Did you ever think of those consequences before dropping your basket of eggs on my head?"
And the couple only stared at him, completely in awe at what just came spewing from his mouth. And they had to wonder, was he for real?
"Just keep on walking if you don't want another basket of eggs to fall on your head!" the angered man spat back. His wife, the one who was equally angry with him, went on to scold him and with a sigh, Oska made his way up the stair case behind them. When the arguing couple finally turned around to finally acknowledge he was there, they both drew back in surprise.
"Now that I have your attention, I'm going to ask you again. Do I need to show you the seamstress's tag? To show you this is vintage Armani Sewn? Do you even realize how much that is worth? I demand to know how you aim to pay for this."
And the man only stared at Oska incredulously before turning around and picking up pitcher of milk, and proceeded to let it simply spill all over Oska's egg caked shoes. And all Oska could do was stare.
"HEY! ARE YOU CRAZY!? THOSE SHOES ARE WORTH EVEN MORE THAN MY SHIRT! DO YOU INTEND TO PAY FOR THAT TOO?" Oska barked. But the man simply walked away, and while Oska continued, undaunted in his plight to ensure he made the man pay for every ounce of his soiling of his attire, he soon found the man slamming the door shut in his face, after pulling his wife securely inside. The wife gave the man a partial look of 'you probably had this coming' before the door closed in his face.
"HEY!" Oska growled, and went about beating on the door. "This is most unprofessional! Come out here so we can assess the damages. My time alone is worth three gold each minute that passes! How do you, in your peasant house on this dirty, peasant street, think you can afford all of that? I doubt you could even afford those damages and for the cleaning that is needed to fix these shoes you soiled on purpose!" And he kept pounding on the door, making quite the scene that gathered a crowd down below.
"HEY! HEY!" And soon just about everyone was drawn out of their houses and shops to watch the man make his scene.
