Era was a boring town. Well, it wasn't ugly, not by a long shot. It's hard to find an ugly city in Fiore that's still popular, with so much beauty to go around... But, it truly looked like a city built by and for the Rune Knights. It was strict and orderly, a smooth, well oiled machine of law enforcement and civil workers. All in all, not a good place for a free spirited artist to hole up in, not with her fair share of shady activities in the past. That said, she'd gone out of the way to come here, and without anything to do or anybody to do it with, might as well just get some work done.
Her routine was the same as usual, get up early, work out, then head back to the inn for a shower while passing through the request board along the way. Though this time she didn't have to look for long for something to grab her attention, especially with the limited options she had to pick from.
'Taking care of issues'
No doubt the vaguest request Alisa had ever seen in her short life as a guild mage for hire, and she'd seen plenty of them. 'Find this for me' proves another popular choice among the grammatically inept, who seldom bother to explain what 'this' actually is until the last possible moment. On the other hand, teasing the mage's curiosity defenitely works in getting her attention, Alisa herself being the perfect proof of that statement. Oh well, no matter.
She took the job, but mostly just to see for herself: How limited could one's information be before they were allowed to make a request. That question bounced around inside her head even the water rinsed all the sweat and grime off her skin, and there it remained even as she slipped on a tank top and a pair of jeans, then stepped outside.
Problem number one: The client, named Daragast (she knew that at least) didn't state where she could meet him.
Unlike how it may seem however, Alisa solved this problem far faster than she might have imagined. Why? By naturally sticking under the shaded overhangs, away from the crowds; that way she overheard conversations far more easily, and by stroke of luck caught someone dropping her client's name. Apparently, he was working on the poorer parts of Era, which determined the sculptress' final destination. So she turned on the next corner and headed there, until finally she came face to face with the man himself. Only it wasn't a man, or even a woman with a manly name, but rather a small but distinctively draconic creature.
"Hello there.", greeted Alisa, waving before crossing her arms and approaching the client with a relaxed smile, "Are you Dagarast by any chance?"
"Uhm, actually, it's Daragast.", he corrected immediately as he scratched his forehead, with an awkward, but not really angry tone
Well, that name's hard on the tongue anyways - even for someone with decent skill at foreign languages - so it's not like he can be mad at her for getting it wrong the first time around.