[Public Section] Just Another Day... [Leila]

[Arailzuki]

Spring, 70th, 513AV

Today was one of Zuki's usual days in the library, sat at a table with a number of open books laying open around him and bright eyes steadily flicking between each. One arm propped elbow on the table and palm to the side of his face, keeping it lazily propped up, the right hand etched notes onto a scrap of parchment.

He wore a coat today, which seemed a bit too thick around the man's torso. His hair was braided into a thick, long rope down to his beltline. The sunkissed brown seemed clean and well kept, despite the light brushing of dirt across the man's face. To any one who walked by, he seemed human. Today was not one of those care-free days, it was one dedicated to finding a new muse. In the number of open books which his eyes scanned over with a swift stride, absorbing the knowledge within and etching a single phrase or idea which caught his attention most.

Despite the focus of his eyes, he glanced down to watch his quill move, etching out a basic calligraphic style on the parchment, just for a brief exercise, though with the table flat it was undoubtedly not as good as he could have with a good tilt. With his focus so many places already, he hardly noticed who or what was around him. It was only his presence, and that of his books that he cared for at the moment.

[Leila]

Leila had stopped by The General Store a few chimes earlier, and purchased fifty sheets of parchment at two silvers each and a well of ink for two golds. She'd heard by word of mouth that students and other literary minded folks, that spent their time at the library, looking for paid work. She'd gotten the idea from one of the men down at the docks, the idea being to have fliers made, then put up around the city. She'd thought it a brilliant idea, and now she was putting it to action. A bell later, and the auburn haired woman was skulking through the library, her hair with exasperated fly-aways. She'd asked several people, very politely, and rather than being politely declined, many of the students had just been downright rude. She never understood why being educated entitled one to have their nose so high in the air, they were looking backwards. She needed a rest, so that she didn't bite the head off the next person to talk to her. She found a table in an area less occupied, only one person sitting there. She gently set her papers on the table, huffed a little louder than she should have, then buried her head between her crossed arms on the table. She hoped that she never needed to come here for a class, but if she were opening her own shop, it seemed inevitable. There were so many things she would need to learn to be more successful, to upgrade, to move up in the world. But she would refuse to let the University make her one of these... these... booksnobs! Moderator's Note50 x 2sm = 10gm + 2gm = 12gm purchase.

[Arailzuki]

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He had just flipped to the seventh page of the fourth book when a voice broke the usual silence of the library. It sounded polite enough from the tone but the general words were beyond his attention span. The hand propping his head lifts for a moment to rub his right eye, which had begun to sting due to lack of blinking. When he sat back in his chair for a break, he lowered the quill into the ink and stretches his arms up behind his head.

It was a task not to stretch the others as well, but he remembered for the safety of his favorite coat. When he listened to the polite voice again it was as if there was a bit more of an edge to it, and listening to one of the responses he knew why. These people were idiots... It was almost embarrassing to even be here among them. He now turns a bright gaze to this woman as she crosses the room to his side and sit, arms crossed and face burried within
them like a newborn's face to the sanctuary of her mother's bossom... Oh that was a nice reference, I'll have to remember that. He thought to himself with a bright smile.

Now on to this woman. Truly he loved the library, so he had to keep any ill thoughts of all of its dwellers from sticking... It took a chime or two of thought but he eventually free formed a semi-poetic verse. "The winds blow hard from the mouths which have little to say. Pay no heed to the breaths of those who feign intelligence, come and share banter with me, lest that impression stick." His voice was a light and cheery one, despite its hushed tones.

The man of dirt clad face and sun-kissed brown hair held a smile for the woman as he rose and drifts to the left of his own chair to pull another for her. If she looked up from her arms to see the gentlemanly gesture, he'd give the back of the seat a kind pat. "Maybe I can help with your venture, I couldn't help but overhearing you needed it." Now he was back to a casual speech pattern, no longer spewing a wordsmith's showmanship.

[Leila]

Leila lifted her head as she heard the man nearby begin speaking in quite a strange manner toward her. Was he mocking her too? Or a foreigner with only a mild grasp of the Common tongue? He certainly looked foreign, his face and hair dark, his face not having similar features to the natural denizens of Zeltiva. She stared at him curiously, though disbelief evident. Then he spoke again, in a normal way of doing so, offering his assistance. And Leila was so surprise, she just sat there in a mild moment of shock. But quickly she recovered, not willing to miss out on this opportunity. She grabbed her things, and plopped down next to the man, then stuck out her hand to shake, "Thank you so much, I'm Leila, Leila Hughes, and I'm terribly frustrated with the rudeness of all these students. Sorry, don't mean to complain. I'm opening a shop at the beginning of Summer, and I'm looking to pay someone to make me a bunch of fliers for the grand opening event, so that I can hang them up around town. But I'm not very good at this sort of thing, and I would like for it to be done professionally. Would you be willing to help brainstorm some of the design and work on making copies once we finish one? I can pay, I promise." Leila was almost pleading, desperate. She was frazzled to no end, and was hoping something would just start going right. She hoped that this man would be pleasant and amiable. She needed a pleasant vacation from worry and stress soon.

[Arailzuki]

"I don't know what help I can be in the arts of design, but..." He starts, before leading off to accept her hand in a light grip. "I am a scribe... Advertisement copies would be easy compared to a full book I suppose." He offered a smile at that. Glancing down at her goods Zuki nodded towards them. "And it seems you come prepared. We'll discuss prices later, but I do need to know what type of shop you're opening, and what audience you intend to draw. Here," He begins moving the books around himself aside to offer her room to fully rest her belongings spread out, so he could take note of what there was and concoct a usage of her materials.

He then plucks his own quill up and flips over his parchment to a dust and stain stricken side he could use to doodle on, for design purposes. "I don't claim any skill in drawing, but I'm not bad in Calligraphy. I could attempt some simple designs as long as they aren't too complex. I'm thinking that would take away from the writing anyway... So simply put, center the text, with some accenting decoration around the boarder to add what I like to call an "Air" to it - basically make it more than just information. If it looks pretty, people will stop to pay attention to it... Like a fine silken dress against a raggedy tunic." It was a tactic well used in writing, giving details that were not crucial to the story to give the reader a more in depth look. Stories like that were always the most captivating to Zuki.

[Leila]

She listened to his questions carefully, since he seemed more than willing to help her out. "Well my shop is named 'Leila's Soothing Salves and Clinic'. I would grow and treat herbs, and use those to treat ailments for customers. This could be using the herbs directly, or making salves, pastes, juices, anything like that. But it's not just for helping with illnesses either, I would make tea mixes, spice pouches, incense, things of that nature. I also can treat minor injuries and the like, if people are too far or can't afford to go to the Infirmary. I guess my main customer base would be anyone that isn't rich. Rich people have their own doctors or use the Infirmary. I'm looking to get the working man's business. The sailor, the laborer, local business owners, people of that nature. I've already had people approach me to supply their businesses with various things when I open, and I'd like to become Zeltiva's chief supplier one day." She listened to him talk about the design itself, "I like that idea, I would love if people just stopped and read the sign, even if they don't become a customer, they might talk about my shop to others. I think the little bit of design would be best, there's probably going to be a lot of information on these fliers too. Oh! I almost forgot, I'm having a Grand Opening Potluck on Summer First that I want advertised on there as well. So do you think you can make it work?"