She held her breath as she staggered through the main street again, making her way to the soft board. Her eyes scanned the requests. 'God damn it, everything here is a bit above my pay grade... except...' her gaze roved and pinned the flapping posters, trying her best to avoid the attention-seeking pink ones, till she had no choice because it was the only option left. Quickly her eyes skimmed over the words and the requirements. 'Of course, pages like us got to aid with stupid things like this... Half-halfheartedly, not even bothering to unpin it, she tore the poster off the board.
Even the helpful Tsuru should find this request silly... She thought or at least hoped, probably in vain. Not only was the job itself distasteful to her, but the concept of helping the rich get pretty and rare fabric, was something she disagreed with almost fundamentally. Despite that, it was also something she had learned to accept... The more you got, the more you get... She shuddered, crumpling the sheet and shoving it into her pocket, she turned and looked around to find this Fernando guy's shop.
It wasn't too tough to spot and wasn't too far away... She guessed, when one works for the rich, they get the perk of making large fancy boards to attract more rich people and make shops on the main square. She grunted as she located her partner on the other side, she let out a piercing whistle to attract his attention, and pointed to the boutique, then cowered through the crowd to make her way to it. At least serving the rich meant, there too large a crowd in front of his shop, most commoners knew they couldn't afford the guy's stuff, she exhaled softly and waited for the healer, interaction was definitely more his thing, than hers.
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