10th of Summer 514
Buying the shop was like moving out of his home all over again. It was rife with endless possibilities. The courier could now truly make himself apart of the city he had come to love. Riverfall, that jewel along the coast.
Xira looked up at the storefront, the glass windows opening up to a bare shop front. Low glass shelves were positioned in the back, ready to be organized and set up. Crates of supplies were stacked neatly along the back wall. It would take work for just the shopfront to be ready, but oh was it exciting work.
The courier to be waited for the representative of the council, a bored, young looking fellow with an unusually bright blue skin tone. "Here is your copy of the deed to the shop. Here are the keys and the list of supplies you claimed you needed along with the bill." He said with that increasingly familiar Riverfall accent. "The council wishes to remind you that this is not free, you will be expected to pay back your debts and work towards kuvan status, then and only then will you get the original deed." Xira nodded to the representative, most likely an aide or just a messenger for the Council of Ten. Though for all he knew this was a council member himself! "I understand Sir, please let the council know that it is an honor and a privilege to have my business backed by the city." He gave a low bow and took the two wrapped scrolls of fine parchment and the keys. Just touching the objects was electrifying. Like dragging one's feet across a woven carpet or rug and touching metal.
The young Akalak then turned and left, leaving Xira to his own devices. He fumbled with the ring of keys and the door's lock. His excitement made his hand tremble, but in a quick moment there was a soft click and he swung open the door. The shop smelled of cedar and Sandalwood, presumably from the walls or floors. The courier and now shop owner took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he basked in the empty shop. It was liberating, it was his.
Before he had the chance to actually set up and stock his shop, he would need to first check out the other rooms. Directly to his right and the back upon entering the shop was a door that led to the stables and the dovecote. He would need to introduce his caged birds to their new home and bring Snow from the Sanctuary to test out the new stables. Relatively new, the structure had only been up for a year or two apparently. On the wall adjacent to the right wall, the back wall, was a door to the storage room. A warehouse in miniature for the holding of all of his future customer's packages to be delivered. And through there his office with all the paperwork... when he had customers of course. Xira started with the storage room.
The room was very simple, clean, rough hewn planked floors that were empty save two sets of large and well made wooden shelves. But those were not arranged yet and were set to one side. The storage room required its own key, a special condition that required a locksmith to alter the door. Such security measures were ideal for someone who required his client's items to be safe. Inside the storage room was yet another room to the right. Xira's office.
A desk, chair and hutch were stacked neatly and out of the way, making the space seem larger than it would be with the furniture in place. Indeed, this was where the important work would happen. Paperwork, money storage, and so on. It was where he got started setting up as well.
Xira slid the furniture into place, trying his best to make the desk and hutch fit the room efficiently. The comfortable chair seemed to belong behind that desk. And so would the courier often be. He then worked in the storage room, which was more difficult work. Xira's muscles strained against the weight of the tall and long shelving. He huffed and sweated due to the shelves weight, and it took him long chimes to get them all into place. The shelves stretched the entire length of the building when completely set up. Then he took paper and ink and drew signs to help organize his work. The two shelves were designated, In or Out. The In shelves would hold packages awaiting delivery from out of town, and Out would be packages and letters awaiting delivery from within the city. Each shelf had space reserved by location in the region and a space for excess stock in the very back.
On one hand, he knew this was to be a very serious matter and should be treated as such. But all the wanted to do was dance and run about his new place. He took a combination of the two. He worked and cleaned, and organized the whole day away with a lightness in his step and a song in his heart.
By the time Nichil came about everything seemed to be in order. The glass shelves and tables set out with courier related supplies. The great weight-scale next to the bar to be used as his main workspace. The stables were stocked with gear, hay and other supplies. Even his doves, to be a long line of messenger birds, were settled in their new home comfortably.
"Hey, you weren't kidding. This place looks great." said the dour groom and assistant of Xira's, "So, I know we already discussed a little bit about what I'll be doing here... I just wanted to go over it again."
Xira nodded and smiled, "Alright, so you will be tending to the stables, the doves and the shopfront whenever I am not around. Primarily you will feed any horses staying here, clean the stables, feed the birds and so on. When those things are finished for the day you will help out around the shop area. If a customer comes in while I am out on a delivery you are to ask what is to be delivered and where. Then you must write down a missive as proof of their purchase, take the Mizas, weigh it if necessary and take it to the back room to be delivered. You should offer our packaging services or our packaging materials should they bring in a parcel. However, if they bring in something particularly unusual, say they wish to have us pick up horses and deliver them to another place, then you still write a missive, but you are not to negotiate a fee until I return."
Ideally, I'll be about the shop the majority of the time. I am thinking that deliveries should be made around mid afternoon. That way they are done all at once. How does that sound?"
Nichil frowned, "Well holy Zulrav, you didn't have to talk my ear off. You are like the great stormlord himself, blowing great gusts of air." Now it was Xira's turn to frown, the courier crossed his arms and blinked at the drykas, "Yeah yeah, I got it. Don't give me that look, you know its true. Tend the stables and the shop, keep things clean and keep the customers happy. Don't make them wait around. I gotcha."
The drykas then went out to look over the stables. The man was a grumpy fellow, but he did at least know his way around a stable. Most likely the man was situating the place to his liking. Xira sat behind his bar, smiling to himself. He was officially open for business.
Buying the shop was like moving out of his home all over again. It was rife with endless possibilities. The courier could now truly make himself apart of the city he had come to love. Riverfall, that jewel along the coast.
Xira looked up at the storefront, the glass windows opening up to a bare shop front. Low glass shelves were positioned in the back, ready to be organized and set up. Crates of supplies were stacked neatly along the back wall. It would take work for just the shopfront to be ready, but oh was it exciting work.
The courier to be waited for the representative of the council, a bored, young looking fellow with an unusually bright blue skin tone. "Here is your copy of the deed to the shop. Here are the keys and the list of supplies you claimed you needed along with the bill." He said with that increasingly familiar Riverfall accent. "The council wishes to remind you that this is not free, you will be expected to pay back your debts and work towards kuvan status, then and only then will you get the original deed." Xira nodded to the representative, most likely an aide or just a messenger for the Council of Ten. Though for all he knew this was a council member himself! "I understand Sir, please let the council know that it is an honor and a privilege to have my business backed by the city." He gave a low bow and took the two wrapped scrolls of fine parchment and the keys. Just touching the objects was electrifying. Like dragging one's feet across a woven carpet or rug and touching metal.
The young Akalak then turned and left, leaving Xira to his own devices. He fumbled with the ring of keys and the door's lock. His excitement made his hand tremble, but in a quick moment there was a soft click and he swung open the door. The shop smelled of cedar and Sandalwood, presumably from the walls or floors. The courier and now shop owner took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he basked in the empty shop. It was liberating, it was his.
Before he had the chance to actually set up and stock his shop, he would need to first check out the other rooms. Directly to his right and the back upon entering the shop was a door that led to the stables and the dovecote. He would need to introduce his caged birds to their new home and bring Snow from the Sanctuary to test out the new stables. Relatively new, the structure had only been up for a year or two apparently. On the wall adjacent to the right wall, the back wall, was a door to the storage room. A warehouse in miniature for the holding of all of his future customer's packages to be delivered. And through there his office with all the paperwork... when he had customers of course. Xira started with the storage room.
The room was very simple, clean, rough hewn planked floors that were empty save two sets of large and well made wooden shelves. But those were not arranged yet and were set to one side. The storage room required its own key, a special condition that required a locksmith to alter the door. Such security measures were ideal for someone who required his client's items to be safe. Inside the storage room was yet another room to the right. Xira's office.
A desk, chair and hutch were stacked neatly and out of the way, making the space seem larger than it would be with the furniture in place. Indeed, this was where the important work would happen. Paperwork, money storage, and so on. It was where he got started setting up as well.
Xira slid the furniture into place, trying his best to make the desk and hutch fit the room efficiently. The comfortable chair seemed to belong behind that desk. And so would the courier often be. He then worked in the storage room, which was more difficult work. Xira's muscles strained against the weight of the tall and long shelving. He huffed and sweated due to the shelves weight, and it took him long chimes to get them all into place. The shelves stretched the entire length of the building when completely set up. Then he took paper and ink and drew signs to help organize his work. The two shelves were designated, In or Out. The In shelves would hold packages awaiting delivery from out of town, and Out would be packages and letters awaiting delivery from within the city. Each shelf had space reserved by location in the region and a space for excess stock in the very back.
On one hand, he knew this was to be a very serious matter and should be treated as such. But all the wanted to do was dance and run about his new place. He took a combination of the two. He worked and cleaned, and organized the whole day away with a lightness in his step and a song in his heart.
By the time Nichil came about everything seemed to be in order. The glass shelves and tables set out with courier related supplies. The great weight-scale next to the bar to be used as his main workspace. The stables were stocked with gear, hay and other supplies. Even his doves, to be a long line of messenger birds, were settled in their new home comfortably.
"Hey, you weren't kidding. This place looks great." said the dour groom and assistant of Xira's, "So, I know we already discussed a little bit about what I'll be doing here... I just wanted to go over it again."
Xira nodded and smiled, "Alright, so you will be tending to the stables, the doves and the shopfront whenever I am not around. Primarily you will feed any horses staying here, clean the stables, feed the birds and so on. When those things are finished for the day you will help out around the shop area. If a customer comes in while I am out on a delivery you are to ask what is to be delivered and where. Then you must write down a missive as proof of their purchase, take the Mizas, weigh it if necessary and take it to the back room to be delivered. You should offer our packaging services or our packaging materials should they bring in a parcel. However, if they bring in something particularly unusual, say they wish to have us pick up horses and deliver them to another place, then you still write a missive, but you are not to negotiate a fee until I return."
Ideally, I'll be about the shop the majority of the time. I am thinking that deliveries should be made around mid afternoon. That way they are done all at once. How does that sound?"
Nichil frowned, "Well holy Zulrav, you didn't have to talk my ear off. You are like the great stormlord himself, blowing great gusts of air." Now it was Xira's turn to frown, the courier crossed his arms and blinked at the drykas, "Yeah yeah, I got it. Don't give me that look, you know its true. Tend the stables and the shop, keep things clean and keep the customers happy. Don't make them wait around. I gotcha."
The drykas then went out to look over the stables. The man was a grumpy fellow, but he did at least know his way around a stable. Most likely the man was situating the place to his liking. Xira sat behind his bar, smiling to himself. He was officially open for business.
