64 Summer 515
Clyde had plans. Always he had some angle, some plot, some means of growing himself, his wealth, his power, or his knowledge. If he was lucky those ends would overlap. But no matter where he was, how limited he was, he kept himself busy and making strides forward.
He'd come to Nyka in hopes of selling a creation of Magecrafting. But it wasn't something cheap, something you could just sell easily. A person needed contacts, needed people to know and like them if they wanted to convince them to buy.
In that regard quality of product was a secondary issue, something that mattered but only once you got in the door.
Because of this need, a plan had come to Clyde's mind. He wasn't just a skilled Magecrafter, he also had other skills. Like Glyphing. If he could use those skills to make something, something that required a lot of skill but didn't cost a lot, he could perhaps gain the buyers favor. Show them his worth. And if they liked his work, then perhaps they'd be persuaded to purchase from him.
The first thing that came to mind was something he'd first learned to make seasons ago, on Sahova. Djed shackles. They were a tool created by glyphing that more or less turned off a personal mages ability to use said personal magic.
It would be a time intensive process, engraving in metal, since it would require using his engraving tools. When he'd made his first pair they'd been of stone, and so Clyde could engrave them directly using Reimancy. That wouldn't be possible with metal shackles.
And so Clyde found himself wandering about the Fourth Day Market, trying to find some hand restraints. Shackles, manacles, anything that functioned as such.
One thing Clyde quickly found odd was the lack of food in the market. He didn't fully understand Nyka, but knew that food was something not freely sold. This was in stark comparison to Ravok, which had several markets devoted just to food.
He also observed those about him trading. Or the lack thereof. There was little talking, no haggling or negotiating or finding a price. There was a set price, and people either took it or they didn't. This was odd to Clyde's sensibilities of how trading should occur.
However he was a man on a mission with things to do, so he didn't have time to further puzzle out the oddities of this society, and he was no anthropologist learned in the ways of understanding such things. It was enough that he noticed the difference, and was able to adjust his actions accordingly.
Within half a bell he found someone, a metal worker of some sort, who had manacles for sale. They were a simple affair, iron hand bindings connected by more iron, with a small locking mechanism on each wrist. There were two varieties, differentiated by the complexity of the lock. The ones with simple locks cost the equivalent of 15 gm, and the ones of a higher quality with more complex locks cost the equivalent of 50 gm. Each one had a matching key which unlocked the manacles they went with. Clyde quietly forked over the 65 gm for the items, and headed back to his room at the Safehaven hostel to begin his work.