[78th day of spring 513.a.v.]
[Noble District]
[Mr.Crane’s residence]
[Middle Day]
After Amelia finally had received her job details, the place she had to head to wasn’t all that far. With not much time to waste back at The Spot, she headed out with a note that lead to the person she wished to find. An old man who wished to find out nothing but his future, and pleasingly for Amelia, he was willing to spare quite a lot of miza on the job, more than she would get for a few days of work, so you could say that the black haired Cross was almost flying towards the named address. It toke her a good bell or two, seeing how the girl didn’t wish to spend any of her money on transportation. It was a well-known fact that Ravok was much like a maze that went in circles; someone could end up walking for a whole bell to get on the other side of the canal. But the girl was already used to it by now and wasn’t complaining at all, at least not aloud.
Finally, standing in front of a house, the residence of her customer Mr.Nicolai Crane, Amelia couldn’t really help but awe a bit. The house was lovely, it wasn’t as huge as one could expect, but it looked lovely and well kept. A gorgeous paint of a mixture between dark orange and something that resembled a golden shade of yellow, complimented by the few wines and flowers coming off of the two small balconies. Overall, the house made a good impression on the young Cross and therefor, she didn’t hesitate to knock on the old, dark brown doors. As she pulled away her palm, she couldn’t help but let her fingers trace over the complex pattern of the carved door.
Crack. The door flew open before Amelia managed to fully pull away ”Crane residence, how may I help you?” came the soft, yet somehow frightened voice of a young girl. Amelia would say she was no older than 20 with pale skin, red curly hair and a handful of freckles across her upper cheeks and nose. ”I am here to see Nicolai Crane, I’m a fortune teller” Amelia explained, slightly bowing her head, to what the young girl was quite lost to, making Amelia realize she was a servant at the house. Still, she didn’t regret bowing, slowly she had realized there are no bad ways to earn money, and helping others is probably the least disrespectful.
”Oh Come in, my Master had already given up on finding a fortune teller in this city ” she smiled and welcomed Amelia in. The Cross didn’t hesitate and stepped in, looking around the interior of the corridor, she could see that the building was just as nice on the inside as on the outside. Sure, she wouldn’t say it was fancy and honestly, even her father had a bit more extravagant furnishing around the house. Then again, he liked everyone to see that he had money to spend, maybe this man was just a bit more modest?. ”this way” the young girl said as she walked up to the second floor, Amelia followed, paying extra detail to the paintings on the walls, beautiful pictures of nature, but the paintings reminded her more of the scenery around Cobalt mountains, than Lake Ravok.
The redhead continued to lead Amelia to a room, neither of the woman spoke. Assumingly he servant girl was shy or just not thought to speak with guests without permission, and Amelia was much more interested in the interior of the house to pay attention to chit chat. Soon enough the fragile built girl stopped and after a weak knock, pushed a heavy door open, waving her hand for Amelia to enter, so she did. And as soon as Amelia had entered the room, the door behind her close. She was left alone, no, there was life, Amelia could sense it. She looked around the room, letting her eyes slide over the bookshelves and the work desk that was positioned in front of the window, no, balcony. Overall, this place gave off an impression of a teacher or scientist would own, with all of the books and the clear sense of warmth in it.
”You are the one, the fortune teller, no?” Suddenly a voice of a man came from the left, there were two soft looking, dark green armchairs that held a small table between them. ”Yes, Amelia Cross” she explained, performing a small curtsy before walking towards the man. She didn’t sit, waiting to be invited, at the moment, she was nothing but a guest…no, a servant, just not the type to bring coffee, but the type to entertain and give answers. ”I might look gruesome, but I don’t kill on sight, take a seat” the old man explained with a smile, yet a noticeable crack in his voice. Yet, she didn’t protest and sat down, muttering a light ‘thank you’ in-between.
She didn’t do much at first, she just looked at the man, looked at his face.
