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ManaVSeika had arrived in Baska shortly after leaving Oak. His return to Era was side tracked for now with the train being delayed due to a small issue with the engine room. With the announcement that they would be in Baska for at least two days until they could get someone to fix it, he had decided to go into town and get some missions completed to go under his docket.
The market bustled with activity, various shops and merchants were up and open that morning to get an early lead on any potential shoppers that might have been out. Amongst all of this activity stood Seika as he perused the quest board, the various flyers all asking something or another. It was one in particular that happened to catch his eye however, the bright pink flyer waving proudly in the wind. The request seemed to scare all of the others away from it as there were no others near it. Shrugging in resignation, the young man would snatch it down and read its contents, it couldn’t be that bad to do honestly.
The trip to Fernando’s was uneventful which was a sharp contrast to the boisterously flamboyant man that had greeted him at the door. As always Seika answered each inquiry about himself with a single worded answer before asking about the request itself. The man seemed to take a small bit of offense at the lack of interest in his wares or himself, but Seika didn’t care about any of that. If he were honest, the man’s entire persona was just too loud for his liking. Receiving the money and several requests for certain fabrics, he would promptly vacate the shop, eager to get the request over with so that he could move on to the next, he only had two days after all.
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The market bustled with activity, various shops and merchants were up and open that morning to get an early lead on any potential shoppers that might have been out. Amongst all of this activity stood Seika as he perused the quest board, the various flyers all asking something or another. It was one in particular that happened to catch his eye however, the bright pink flyer waving proudly in the wind. The request seemed to scare all of the others away from it as there were no others near it. Shrugging in resignation, the young man would snatch it down and read its contents, it couldn’t be that bad to do honestly.
The trip to Fernando’s was uneventful which was a sharp contrast to the boisterously flamboyant man that had greeted him at the door. As always Seika answered each inquiry about himself with a single worded answer before asking about the request itself. The man seemed to take a small bit of offense at the lack of interest in his wares or himself, but Seika didn’t care about any of that. If he were honest, the man’s entire persona was just too loud for his liking. Receiving the money and several requests for certain fabrics, he would promptly vacate the shop, eager to get the request over with so that he could move on to the next, he only had two days after all.
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