Spring 31, 514 AV
“It’s alright. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to go for a walk anyway.”
Those were the words Estrellir said to her clerk Mell before leaving Konrath’s Detective Bureau and stepping out into the pouring rain. As she walked towards Blade Island and to the East, the girl’s deep cough still sounded in her ears. Finally temperatures had risen, but now the rain wouldn’t let up.
The Konti was walking at a fast pace with shoulders tense and hands crossed in front of her breast to keep her coat closed. Although its hood was up, it didn’t take long for most of her white locks to become dripping wet and her boots even more stained with mud and dirt than before. She sighed. A visit at Boldvine was in order if only for the washing and polishing skills of the house slaves.
The Plaza on Dry Island had turned into a pool of mud. Estrellir tried to avoid the worst of the weather by staying near walls and fences, ducking under eaves as much as possible. Finally she opened the wrought iron gate and fled into the warmth of her destination: The Thumbed Page. With a sigh of relief, she pulled back the hood and ran a hand through her hair. The tips were dripping wet, the rest just damp. A cursory glance revealed the Myrian shopkeeper was dealing with another customer, so she strolled over to the seating arrangement and flopped into an armchair. While waiting, she tried to rub her hair dry with a tip of her coat, a difficult endeavor as the fabric was just as wet.
Finally giving up, the Konti stood and started wandering through the shop. Although not a scholar, she nevertheless appreciated the simple joys offered at the Page. Her original reason for visiting was quite a mundane one: The Bureau was out of ink and would soon be out of paper. With more and more slaves going missing and Dynasty brats blaming each other, Estrellir had more to do, more notes to jot down than ever.
The customer had been standing at the counter for quite some time. Approaching the pair, Estrellir took a closer look at whoever it was and started listening.
“It’s alright. I’ve been waiting for an opportunity to go for a walk anyway.”
Those were the words Estrellir said to her clerk Mell before leaving Konrath’s Detective Bureau and stepping out into the pouring rain. As she walked towards Blade Island and to the East, the girl’s deep cough still sounded in her ears. Finally temperatures had risen, but now the rain wouldn’t let up.
The Konti was walking at a fast pace with shoulders tense and hands crossed in front of her breast to keep her coat closed. Although its hood was up, it didn’t take long for most of her white locks to become dripping wet and her boots even more stained with mud and dirt than before. She sighed. A visit at Boldvine was in order if only for the washing and polishing skills of the house slaves.
The Plaza on Dry Island had turned into a pool of mud. Estrellir tried to avoid the worst of the weather by staying near walls and fences, ducking under eaves as much as possible. Finally she opened the wrought iron gate and fled into the warmth of her destination: The Thumbed Page. With a sigh of relief, she pulled back the hood and ran a hand through her hair. The tips were dripping wet, the rest just damp. A cursory glance revealed the Myrian shopkeeper was dealing with another customer, so she strolled over to the seating arrangement and flopped into an armchair. While waiting, she tried to rub her hair dry with a tip of her coat, a difficult endeavor as the fabric was just as wet.
Finally giving up, the Konti stood and started wandering through the shop. Although not a scholar, she nevertheless appreciated the simple joys offered at the Page. Her original reason for visiting was quite a mundane one: The Bureau was out of ink and would soon be out of paper. With more and more slaves going missing and Dynasty brats blaming each other, Estrellir had more to do, more notes to jot down than ever.
The customer had been standing at the counter for quite some time. Approaching the pair, Estrellir took a closer look at whoever it was and started listening.
