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morbide & Soren silentsavant
When: Noveuer 28th
Where: Shopping District
What: It's a quest log
It's a promise for 1,000 cunes per hour... and for a bodily function! But as Henry stabs himself for the umpteenth time with a needle and thread, sewing gems and jewels onto the surface of a crisp jacket, he thinks about how hard that simple demand really is — both for to perform, and for him to witness in earnest.
Attaching gems is only half the price promised for genuine tears, and Henry's in a bit of a financial bind. After finding himself ill and stuck behind the Coven's doors for the better portion of the month, he's hurting for money. (If only he were literally hurting, he thinks to himself with a chuckle. Maybe that'd get him to cry! ...Probably not.) The illness was with poor timing: earlier in Noveuer, he'd promised a ("perfectly legitimate") vendor a large sum of money for an excessive purchase. Naturally, he failed to follow through.
And failing to follow through has promise of consequences, he found.
He glances out the window with a sigh. Makes a sloppy effort to attach another gem. Stabs his bloodied finger again. This time, he feels nothing — unfortunately. Feeling the pinprick of the needle is really hit or miss with his nerve sensitivity, dulled and destroyed after years of routine torture. If he hadn't gotten sick, he might've been able to amass the funds to pay off his latest dubious purchase in a timely manner! Now, if he could only just cry for a few hours...!
There must be a way to earn that 1,000. Henry turns his attention back to the interior of the shop, scanning the tops of the heads belonging to other dedicated workers. While some embellished hats and sashes with feathers, others dutifully sobbed into glass beakers. The shop's full of perfect strangers save for one exception. He makes out someone with a familiar hairstyle, though he can't quite remember where he's seen it before...
Henry shifts from his bench with resolution and approaches with stealth, a mischievous smile on his lips. When Soren's shoulder is just within reach, he gives him a light tap.
"Heya, stranger. You having any luck with those waterworks?"
morbide & Soren silentsavantWhen: Noveuer 28th
Where: Shopping District
What: It's a quest log
It's a promise for 1,000 cunes per hour... and for a bodily function! But as Henry stabs himself for the umpteenth time with a needle and thread, sewing gems and jewels onto the surface of a crisp jacket, he thinks about how hard that simple demand really is — both for to perform, and for him to witness in earnest.
Attaching gems is only half the price promised for genuine tears, and Henry's in a bit of a financial bind. After finding himself ill and stuck behind the Coven's doors for the better portion of the month, he's hurting for money. (If only he were literally hurting, he thinks to himself with a chuckle. Maybe that'd get him to cry! ...Probably not.) The illness was with poor timing: earlier in Noveuer, he'd promised a ("perfectly legitimate") vendor a large sum of money for an excessive purchase. Naturally, he failed to follow through.
And failing to follow through has promise of consequences, he found.
He glances out the window with a sigh. Makes a sloppy effort to attach another gem. Stabs his bloodied finger again. This time, he feels nothing — unfortunately. Feeling the pinprick of the needle is really hit or miss with his nerve sensitivity, dulled and destroyed after years of routine torture. If he hadn't gotten sick, he might've been able to amass the funds to pay off his latest dubious purchase in a timely manner! Now, if he could only just cry for a few hours...!
There must be a way to earn that 1,000. Henry turns his attention back to the interior of the shop, scanning the tops of the heads belonging to other dedicated workers. While some embellished hats and sashes with feathers, others dutifully sobbed into glass beakers. The shop's full of perfect strangers save for one exception. He makes out someone with a familiar hairstyle, though he can't quite remember where he's seen it before...
Henry shifts from his bench with resolution and approaches with stealth, a mischievous smile on his lips. When Soren's shoulder is just within reach, he gives him a light tap.
"Heya, stranger. You having any luck with those waterworks?"