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Fall 7, 514
12th Bell
Jovhel stepped out of his apartment in the Maiden District, thinking how nice it was to live in such a central location on the Citadel. It was never a far walk from The Great Bazaar, Winthrop Alley, or the Nettle District… relatively. Even every now and then he came across a merchant or business within near his own apartment. It was time to go out and establish himself as a Syliran by buying and using Syliran-made goods. He closed his eyes and tried to the placement of all the districts and shops around Syliras. Being new to the city itself put him at a disadvantage about whereabouts of specific places, so it took a few moments to recall such things. When he opened his eyes, he had a developed route to walk that passed through all the business based districts.
First on his list was the industrious shopping district of Winthrop Alley. It didn’t feel like a long walk to his destination. There was a repetitive pattern in the corridor walls made from bricks to occupy Jovhel’s time for the walk there. The pattern was very bland, but aesthetically pleasing. Maybe it was the geometrics of it, an idea that was beyond Jovhel’s understanding, but he could still enjoy the presence of it
Upon arriving to Winthrop Alley, he began to scan the signs and merchandise about the halls of the district for something that might interest him. He stopped in a store that looked like they sold very nice clothes by the dresses by the door, but when he walked inside he found that they sold nice dresses and only nice dresses. He looked around for maybe a small mens rack, but upon investigating further, he saw unmentionables!
Rather flustered, Jovhel called out for and approached the woman keeping the store, E- Excuse me, do you know where I… Do you know where I could f- fi-
The woman stopped him with a most amused expression spread across her face, it was apparent that he was in some sort of shock, “You’ll want to go to An Elegant Weave, dear.” she extended her hand out the door and down the hall opposite where he came from. “It’s that way.”
Jovhel, realized how childish he reacted, thanked her, bowed politely, and headed out the door. He walked the direction she commanded and eventually found himself facing An Elegant Weave. As he timidly stepped through the door, he combed the room with his eyes. It was a simple set, apparently divided by long table between completed clothing and cloth making equipment and supplies. He took to the side that best fit his needs. Dancing through rack after rack, he eventually pulled out an entire outfit he found rather attractive. It consisted of a cotton shirt that was regal-like in his mind, slim cotton pants, a wool vest he thought would complement his top and bottom, and last, but not least a fur cape to warm at least his shoulders and chest in the coming chill.
He walked up to a couple of seamstresses gossiping between each other. They brought him to a cozy fitting room to try on the clothes he had chosen. There in the privacy, the garment’s found their way onto Jovhel one by one, and by finishing this they brought to his attention that they didn’t fit quite as snug as they should. Upon stepping out of the fitting room, the seamstresses found themselves in agreement, the clothes needed adjustment to fit Jovhel’s slim figure. They had him stand on a pedestal in front of a mirror as they measured this and that, marked his clothes with chalk that their trained eyes would have no trouble seeing, but any casual onlooker would have to look closely for to notice. They clipped threads here, inserted needles there and had him return to his previously worn clothes. “That'll be seven gold mizas and seven silver ones. Come back in a bell, we’ll have everything in tip top shape, ready for an event at the Illythian Ballroom!” One of seamstresses told Jovhel.
He nodded, Thank you, madams. Could you tell me where I could buy a scarf, a new pair of boots, a belt, maybe an apron too.
The woman who had been talking to him most recently added a bit more. "I can help you with that scarf. Wool?"
"Yess, Miss." Jovhel responded.
"It's a custom job, so that'll be another 2 gold mizas." She said as her eyes scanned the room for wool fabric.
The other of the two who had helped him spoke up, “You’re looking for leather goods so you’ll want to go to All Things Leather, I know they can give you a deal on boots and belts, but you’ll have to see about the aprons. I’m not sure about that.”
.12th Bell
Jovhel stepped out of his apartment in the Maiden District, thinking how nice it was to live in such a central location on the Citadel. It was never a far walk from The Great Bazaar, Winthrop Alley, or the Nettle District… relatively. Even every now and then he came across a merchant or business within near his own apartment. It was time to go out and establish himself as a Syliran by buying and using Syliran-made goods. He closed his eyes and tried to the placement of all the districts and shops around Syliras. Being new to the city itself put him at a disadvantage about whereabouts of specific places, so it took a few moments to recall such things. When he opened his eyes, he had a developed route to walk that passed through all the business based districts.
First on his list was the industrious shopping district of Winthrop Alley. It didn’t feel like a long walk to his destination. There was a repetitive pattern in the corridor walls made from bricks to occupy Jovhel’s time for the walk there. The pattern was very bland, but aesthetically pleasing. Maybe it was the geometrics of it, an idea that was beyond Jovhel’s understanding, but he could still enjoy the presence of it
Upon arriving to Winthrop Alley, he began to scan the signs and merchandise about the halls of the district for something that might interest him. He stopped in a store that looked like they sold very nice clothes by the dresses by the door, but when he walked inside he found that they sold nice dresses and only nice dresses. He looked around for maybe a small mens rack, but upon investigating further, he saw unmentionables!
Rather flustered, Jovhel called out for and approached the woman keeping the store, E- Excuse me, do you know where I… Do you know where I could f- fi-
The woman stopped him with a most amused expression spread across her face, it was apparent that he was in some sort of shock, “You’ll want to go to An Elegant Weave, dear.” she extended her hand out the door and down the hall opposite where he came from. “It’s that way.”
Jovhel, realized how childish he reacted, thanked her, bowed politely, and headed out the door. He walked the direction she commanded and eventually found himself facing An Elegant Weave. As he timidly stepped through the door, he combed the room with his eyes. It was a simple set, apparently divided by long table between completed clothing and cloth making equipment and supplies. He took to the side that best fit his needs. Dancing through rack after rack, he eventually pulled out an entire outfit he found rather attractive. It consisted of a cotton shirt that was regal-like in his mind, slim cotton pants, a wool vest he thought would complement his top and bottom, and last, but not least a fur cape to warm at least his shoulders and chest in the coming chill.
He walked up to a couple of seamstresses gossiping between each other. They brought him to a cozy fitting room to try on the clothes he had chosen. There in the privacy, the garment’s found their way onto Jovhel one by one, and by finishing this they brought to his attention that they didn’t fit quite as snug as they should. Upon stepping out of the fitting room, the seamstresses found themselves in agreement, the clothes needed adjustment to fit Jovhel’s slim figure. They had him stand on a pedestal in front of a mirror as they measured this and that, marked his clothes with chalk that their trained eyes would have no trouble seeing, but any casual onlooker would have to look closely for to notice. They clipped threads here, inserted needles there and had him return to his previously worn clothes. “That'll be seven gold mizas and seven silver ones. Come back in a bell, we’ll have everything in tip top shape, ready for an event at the Illythian Ballroom!” One of seamstresses told Jovhel.
He nodded, Thank you, madams. Could you tell me where I could buy a scarf, a new pair of boots, a belt, maybe an apron too.
The woman who had been talking to him most recently added a bit more. "I can help you with that scarf. Wool?"
"Yess, Miss." Jovhel responded.
"It's a custom job, so that'll be another 2 gold mizas." She said as her eyes scanned the room for wool fabric.
The other of the two who had helped him spoke up, “You’re looking for leather goods so you’ll want to go to All Things Leather, I know they can give you a deal on boots and belts, but you’ll have to see about the aprons. I’m not sure about that.”
