2nd Day of Spring, 510 AV
Pua leaned casually against alley wall, clutching his cloak about him to protect from the chill early spring wind that occasionally gusted across the city. Spring had finally arrived in Mizahar, but the warmth was coming back far too slowly for Pua’s taste, and he was still prone to bouts of shivering if a breeze caught him unaware. He kept his cloak clutched protectively about him to ward off the cold, which had earned him quit a few sharp looks from the guards patrolling the streets. That, Pua could deal with, but the prickling sensation was back between his shoulder blades, he was being watched again. It couldn’t be helped he supposed, though under his cloak his free hand drifted to the butt of one of his hand crossbows out of reflex. As long as his stalker was content merely to observe, Pua would leave them alone. The passersby going about their midmorning errands or heading to work along the busy street the alley opened into paid little attention to the man lounging in the Alley mouth. Pua hadn’t been prepared for how busy Syliras was. Growing up in Taloba, he thought he knew what a bustling city was like, but the sheer volume of people, all hurrying helter skelter around the broad main streets was a little disquieting for Pua.
Putting his contemplations on the city aside, Pua focused once more on why he had come so far Northeast from the Jungles of Falyndar. He had been struggling for a couple years to come up with a way to quickly reload his crossbows during close combat, unfortunately, the mechanics of the device made quick, fluid reloads impossible without sufficient space and time to work unhampered. Unfortunately space and time tended to be in short supply in most of the fights Pua found himself in. He had just about resigned himself to hauling around more crossbows when one of Rahi of the Tiger Eyed’s spies had returned from a long mission with a most intriguing device, a clock. The Spy had bought the clock off a trade caravan out of curiosity. The merchant claimed there was a man in one of the northern cities that made these, and other automate contraptions. A fellow scout of Pua’s had been present at the roost to hear this and, knowing of Pua’s dilemma, had informed him. Pua didn’t know if the man could help, but he procured permission from Heda of the Creeping Vines to take the trip, so long as he provided a detailed report upon his return. Setting out immediately had been a bad idea, as Pua was unprepared for how cold it was during the winter outside of Falyndar. He had finally reached Syliras as spring broke and was eager to get his small quest finished and back to the steaming jungle where he was far more comfortable.
Pua pushed himself off the wall and merged into the traffic stream, heading for Stormhold Castle. The directions he had gotten from a wary guard said the man he was looking for ran a little shop in the third tier. He had to ask for directions twice more before he finally found himself stepping down a castle corridor towards a small wooden sign in the very back. The first thing that Pua noticed as he stepped into the shop was how much warmer it was within. The proprietor must have some sort of fire going, though he could not see one in this room. Glancing about, he noticed that he was the only living being within the room. With a shrug to himself, he turned instead to peruse the various showpieces scattered about. Along a wall were some clocks that resembled the on the spy had brought back, at least he was in the right place. Clocks didn’t really interest him though, and he turned his attention elsewhere. He noticed a barrel sitting on the floor and it appeared to be filled with canes. Now what would an inventor be displaying canes for, Pua wondered. His curiosity piqued, Pua lifted a cane from the barrel. It seemed to be a normal walking cane, though it did have an odd silver nub sticking out below the handle. Pua was mildly startled when fiddling with the nub produced a blade from the cane’s base. Examining the contraption closer brought a satisfied smile to Pua’s face. This man could definitely help him with his problem.
“Hello,” he called, “Is anyone here?”