Being an entrepreneur has its benefits. This was the thought that started Kara’s day. She’d had yet another terrible sleep and was trying to convince herself that parting ways with her parents was truly for the best. In truth it was the mantra that had kept her sane these last few weeks. It was all she could do to not throw a tantrum every time she had a reminder of what life used to be like. Which was all the time. Even now, wandering the streets of the marketplace she felt absolutely wretched. The stale air, the stench of the lower class, it was almost unbearable.
With considerable mental effort she set her jaw, squared her shoulders and continued on her trek through the various market stalls and shops. She needed to find people of her own calibre, while she had the knowhow for her business ideas, the practical skills as it were, but knew little of actually managing a business. What she did remember of that side of things with her parents was that they’d had a manager of sorts, or an accountant, or something. She was certainly fuzzy on the details, owing to her lack of interest on such matters, but she was sure that there was someone they had gone to for assistance in the logistical financial areas of their endeavours.
Beyond the physical discomfort of meandering through the busy streets, if you could call them streets, asking for help was not something that Kara was used to. She had always been the best and the brightest, with the world firmly established at her feet. If anything, others usually came to her for help. It was painfully embarrassing, though with her usual charm she muddled through. Dressed as carefully as she was today made it somewhat easier, her dark silk gown showed off just the right amount of skin around her decolletage to make most people she approached more than willing to speak with her. Her pale blonde hair was piled loosely on top of her head, pinned with a stunning ruby encrusted hair pin. The pin would have been an incredible sight in the bright sunlight were it allowed to see the sun beneath her bone handled parasol. She considered that she might have to change her preferred style of footwear, being that heeled shoes were quite the challenge in sand, but put the thought out of her mind as she overheard a pair of gossiping merchants mention ‘The Grand Merchant’.
Moving closer she heard that one was asking the other about where to procure some unique materials for weapons or tools, she wasn’t entirely sure of the context. While that was not exactly her field, if this was the person that other merchants went to, then this was likely the person for her. “Pardon the intrusion good sirs, but might I enquire as to whom you speak of?” As expected the intrusion was not unwelcome and their conversation abruptly stopped in favor of stammering and staring at the newest addition to their small circle. “Sorry m’lady, didn’t see you there. We were just, uh, talking about Tomi Okane, he’s uh, pretty famous ‘round these parts.” The second man laughed and awkwardly hit the first man's shoulder “As famous as a merchant gets in the desert ya reckon!”
Ignoring the inappropriate display of playful violence, she pulled a cigarette from the tin in her pocket and upon placing it in its obsidian and gold holder held out her hand for a light while speaking softly. “And where might one find this Grand Merchant? I am in need of some unique items that it sounds as though he may be able to obtain for me.” Both men fussed for a minute to be the first to light the outheld cigarette before answering her. “He has a house here in the market area, you can find him thataway.” They both pointed in a general direction, and while they were not the best directions she was content to leave their company as quickly as possible. With a curt nod and a smile she walked off in the direction they had indicated.
As it happened the directions they gave were not overly difficult to interpret; which made sense in retrospect. If she were looking for someone of her class, she would of course recognize the typical creature comforts associated with it. A well made, if modest, house, what looked like perhaps a servants entrance around the side and a lovely greenhouse. It was the greenhouse that caught her attention, in a place like this having access to the amount of water required to keep one simply reeked of money. Removing the end of the cigarette from its holder and stamping it out on the sandy street she straightened her clothing, removed a misplaced lock of hair from in front of her face and walked confidently up to the front door. Raising one delicate hand, she rapped on the door lightly waiting to see if the man she hoped could help her was home.
With considerable mental effort she set her jaw, squared her shoulders and continued on her trek through the various market stalls and shops. She needed to find people of her own calibre, while she had the knowhow for her business ideas, the practical skills as it were, but knew little of actually managing a business. What she did remember of that side of things with her parents was that they’d had a manager of sorts, or an accountant, or something. She was certainly fuzzy on the details, owing to her lack of interest on such matters, but she was sure that there was someone they had gone to for assistance in the logistical financial areas of their endeavours.
Beyond the physical discomfort of meandering through the busy streets, if you could call them streets, asking for help was not something that Kara was used to. She had always been the best and the brightest, with the world firmly established at her feet. If anything, others usually came to her for help. It was painfully embarrassing, though with her usual charm she muddled through. Dressed as carefully as she was today made it somewhat easier, her dark silk gown showed off just the right amount of skin around her decolletage to make most people she approached more than willing to speak with her. Her pale blonde hair was piled loosely on top of her head, pinned with a stunning ruby encrusted hair pin. The pin would have been an incredible sight in the bright sunlight were it allowed to see the sun beneath her bone handled parasol. She considered that she might have to change her preferred style of footwear, being that heeled shoes were quite the challenge in sand, but put the thought out of her mind as she overheard a pair of gossiping merchants mention ‘The Grand Merchant’.
Moving closer she heard that one was asking the other about where to procure some unique materials for weapons or tools, she wasn’t entirely sure of the context. While that was not exactly her field, if this was the person that other merchants went to, then this was likely the person for her. “Pardon the intrusion good sirs, but might I enquire as to whom you speak of?” As expected the intrusion was not unwelcome and their conversation abruptly stopped in favor of stammering and staring at the newest addition to their small circle. “Sorry m’lady, didn’t see you there. We were just, uh, talking about Tomi Okane, he’s uh, pretty famous ‘round these parts.” The second man laughed and awkwardly hit the first man's shoulder “As famous as a merchant gets in the desert ya reckon!”
Ignoring the inappropriate display of playful violence, she pulled a cigarette from the tin in her pocket and upon placing it in its obsidian and gold holder held out her hand for a light while speaking softly. “And where might one find this Grand Merchant? I am in need of some unique items that it sounds as though he may be able to obtain for me.” Both men fussed for a minute to be the first to light the outheld cigarette before answering her. “He has a house here in the market area, you can find him thataway.” They both pointed in a general direction, and while they were not the best directions she was content to leave their company as quickly as possible. With a curt nod and a smile she walked off in the direction they had indicated.
As it happened the directions they gave were not overly difficult to interpret; which made sense in retrospect. If she were looking for someone of her class, she would of course recognize the typical creature comforts associated with it. A well made, if modest, house, what looked like perhaps a servants entrance around the side and a lovely greenhouse. It was the greenhouse that caught her attention, in a place like this having access to the amount of water required to keep one simply reeked of money. Removing the end of the cigarette from its holder and stamping it out on the sandy street she straightened her clothing, removed a misplaced lock of hair from in front of her face and walked confidently up to the front door. Raising one delicate hand, she rapped on the door lightly waiting to see if the man she hoped could help her was home.