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3th of Winter, 513 AV Velkano left the Sanity Center immediately after thanking and praising Serenity for her 'tremendous help'. He made a quick trip to the bazaar to source for some fresh ingredients for soulmist, which he figured would speak louder than words with regards to his capability as a spiritist in the upcoming job interview.
Once home, he poured the ingredients (cheese, eggs, rye flour and chicken's blood, as was his custom) into a bowl where they would be worked into a dough after thirty minutes of kneading. Once the dough had formed up nicely, it would be divided into a few smaller portions and left chewing in his mouth for an hour each to ensure they had enough time to absorb his intrinsic elements. The entire process had taken him longer than it usually did, for Velkano had decided to present to his potential employer the best soulmist he had ever made; so that it was already evening when he left his house with his masterpiece nicely stored in eight tiny vials.
Albeit not exact directions, a name was all that was needed to locate the spiritist's shop. Even then, after much asking around and getting lost and retrying, it still took him longer than an hour to find it—thanks to the ever shifting layout of the city—which once again reinforced his notion that Alvadas was bad for business.
He squeezed into the shop through the narrow door as gracefully as he could, and stood briefly to take in the shop's ambience with the zeal of an appraiser. Immediately, his unique spiritist's sense was overloaded by the almost perpetual presence of spirits who blended so effortlessly into the shop's surrounding that without which it would be hard to recognise the shop. But that was expected of a spiritist's shop.
His first impression of the uninviting shop was that the owner was either in a struggling business or simply lacked a business sense (or saw little need in having one by virtue of monopoly). Regardless, he knew better than to judge by appearance. Still, the shop's cramped condition was too discomforting for prolonged stays, and for a moment, he hesitated if he really would want to work full time in a shop like that. But he quickly shook off the stray thought, as present needs really did not permit a second option.
The Symenestra would be content at admiring the shop's ambience unless there was an attendant in the shop, in which case, he would approach the counter and introduce himself, "Greetings, Mister/Miss Farr! I am Velkano Oleander. Miss Serenity of the Sanity Center said you might need a hand running the shop. If it's true, I am here to offer you my service."
If either of the siblings confirmed Serenity's words, he would go on, beaming suavely, "I have plenty of experiences in dealing with spiritis. My father trained me in Spiritism since I was young and taught me the importance of guiding spirits to their real destination. I never doubted his words, and always perform my duty with pride. It will be a great honour to serve under great masters like you." At the end of his words, he procured a tiny vial of soulmist and with both hands carefully placed it on the counter, bending his body slightly as a sign of respect.
OOCA pound of cheese and rye flour, a dozen of chicken eggs and a hen cost 182 cm in total.
