-1st day of Summer, 512 AV-
For about the tenth time since arriving at this store, Marian lifted his hand to sneeze the dust out of his nasal cavities. To think anywhere could have so much filth confused the Zeltivan. Had the owner ever heard of Spring cleaning? No he couldn't put it like that. He needed to exchange owner for boss. Why did his boss, Dominac Ariva, not know how to clean?
Marian sat there, pondering his current situation, while Dominac was rummaging in a pile of "stuff" behind him. Marian probably would've found himself here at the Undeniable Interests eventually, but not for a job. Yet when he had arrived at his apartment the day before, a note was left for him by the man sent to Syliras by his father. It directed him to this store, telling him how one Dominac could provide him a job if needed. Exhausted and hungry, a job anywhere seemed nice to Marian. But now that he was here, he was having second doubts.
Although as he looked around, his interest did peak whenever his eyes scanned over a pile of books. There was bound to be tomes of history somewhere in this store. Maybe working here got him a discount or something; paying full price for books wasn't what he needed right now when money was tight. No, he needed to worry about work today. His first day on the job. What did Dominac need of him?
The old man returned with a rolled up map in his hand; an obvious choice seeing that Marian was hired as a cartographer under the man. His father meant well in getting him this job, but working in a place like this, Marian would've rathered manning the counter and selling rather than making maps. But he would take was given to him. And today is was a dusty map.
Dominac sat it in front of Marian, wiping dust off with his wrinkly hands. It unrolled itself, sitting flat on the table. Marian studied it for a moment, noticing that it was not of a region, but of a city. "It seems you're new in town so I figured you might need a map. But I'm not giving it to you. Make a map of your own with this as your guide. It'll let me gauge your ability while I come up with other tasks for you."
Marian nodded. A simple task that shouldn't take too long. "Yes sir." Dominac grunted in response and returned to his work, leaving Marian to his own devices. Marian glanced back at the map, and cracked his knuckles. He was ready to get started. First day on the job was not his first day for failure.
For about the tenth time since arriving at this store, Marian lifted his hand to sneeze the dust out of his nasal cavities. To think anywhere could have so much filth confused the Zeltivan. Had the owner ever heard of Spring cleaning? No he couldn't put it like that. He needed to exchange owner for boss. Why did his boss, Dominac Ariva, not know how to clean?
Marian sat there, pondering his current situation, while Dominac was rummaging in a pile of "stuff" behind him. Marian probably would've found himself here at the Undeniable Interests eventually, but not for a job. Yet when he had arrived at his apartment the day before, a note was left for him by the man sent to Syliras by his father. It directed him to this store, telling him how one Dominac could provide him a job if needed. Exhausted and hungry, a job anywhere seemed nice to Marian. But now that he was here, he was having second doubts.
Although as he looked around, his interest did peak whenever his eyes scanned over a pile of books. There was bound to be tomes of history somewhere in this store. Maybe working here got him a discount or something; paying full price for books wasn't what he needed right now when money was tight. No, he needed to worry about work today. His first day on the job. What did Dominac need of him?
The old man returned with a rolled up map in his hand; an obvious choice seeing that Marian was hired as a cartographer under the man. His father meant well in getting him this job, but working in a place like this, Marian would've rathered manning the counter and selling rather than making maps. But he would take was given to him. And today is was a dusty map.
Dominac sat it in front of Marian, wiping dust off with his wrinkly hands. It unrolled itself, sitting flat on the table. Marian studied it for a moment, noticing that it was not of a region, but of a city. "It seems you're new in town so I figured you might need a map. But I'm not giving it to you. Make a map of your own with this as your guide. It'll let me gauge your ability while I come up with other tasks for you."
Marian nodded. A simple task that shouldn't take too long. "Yes sir." Dominac grunted in response and returned to his work, leaving Marian to his own devices. Marian glanced back at the map, and cracked his knuckles. He was ready to get started. First day on the job was not his first day for failure.