The silver district of Myras, where all the rich of the city reside, is kept pristine, reflecting the status of the people living there. However, the lower district is known for its poor conditions and higher crime rate. Sometimes, rich aristocrats from the silver district like to walk around the lower district, and see how the peasants live, or to buy rare, custom made items from the artisan's present. This rarely sits well with the denizens of the poor district, and they will often be hostile, sometimes even violent, to the richer folk. Protect the aristocrat from any bold, and stupid, thugs or refugees that may try to attack them during their trip.
"Fufu... I suppose some things never change no matter what part of the country you go to~...", noted the sculptress, for once picking out one of those readily available contracts she seldom went for. All too often the wealthy found themselves resented by the common populace, as pockets of resentment bubbled and broiled under a constant, unavoidable, inescapable inequality. No matter the kind of efforts taken to mitigate it, achieving a prosperity such to completely eliminiate this resentment. Disappointingly enough, all too often the powerful found themselves entitled to their position by right of law, Illumin, or whatever else, and only widened the chasm between themselves and their subjects.
Yet her political pragmatism aside, Alisa knew this was a job she could easily end up disliking, but... In the end, that mostly came down to the kind of employer she chose. A presumptuous, self entitled moron who believed himself superior to the rabble around them would readily infuriate Alisa. Sure, a professional guild mage like hersef would still do her job, but that didn't mean she had to like it... Thankfully for her, someone of her status had access to just about every last contract in the area. In the end she picked one from an older, wiser aristocrat, someone whose wisdom would hopefully have made him a bit more open minded. Alisa was about to spend several hours with this person, shadowing their every step. One can't blame her for choosing somebody more agreeable:
"I suppose we'll have to see what this Mr. Goldledge is here to buy...", mused the sculptress, looking over the contract as she arrived at the designated address
If anything, Alisa knew of one way to mitigate this inequality, and that was to keep the wealthy spending their coin on the more empoverished districts, little by little allowing the economy to prosper. But just as some of the wealthy were blind to their previlege, so were the poor unwise to the consequences of keeping the previleged away by force.