When I finally get out of the maze of alleyways the city was coming to life with the sun becoming visible and people starting to go about their daily lives. Following the largest crowd hoping it goes to the market, I start to realize much I stand out in my servants uniform. [I need to find new clothes before I do anything, so I blend in.] With this in mind, I start looking around for a store or stand that sells clothes.
Seeing a store that has clothes in the window I head towards it. Once in the store and looking around for clothes my size that would not attract too much attention. The cheapest clothes were in the right-hand corner, most a dull brown color of terrible quality that is folded and stacked up 20 high making miniature towers of shirts, trousers, and undergarments. Walking over to the stacks of clothes I slip my hand into each pile, removing the bit of skin covering the storage ring and putting one of each into it for spare clothing. Then I take the top of each stack a walk over to the owner of the store a middle-aged man with black hair, eyes and a pudgy face.
“Excuse me kind sir is it ok if I pay for these now are wear them out? These donated clothes are getting worn and too small you see.”
“Sure thing young man that will be 25 copper altogether, changing rooms are in the back.”
“Thank you, kind sir” I give him the 25C and a bright smile as I walk over to the changing room keeping an eye out for anything else I could take without notice.
Sadly I didn’t notice anything I could take without notice or that would be of use to me. Once I was changed I smiled at the shopkeeper and head out of the store. Now back on the streets with a new look and my old uniform in hand I wander around finding three stands that sell cigars being sold for 15C (copper coins) 12C and 10C respectively although the 15c where of a higher quality similar to the ones I currently have.
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Going up the stand that sells the cigars for 15C I take out 20 cigars.” Excuse me, sir? My daddy has just stopped smoking and wanted me to get rid of his remaining cigars will you buy them for 10C? Then you can have a 5C profit.”
“ You want to buy 20 cigars for 10C each that would be 2S(silver coins). That’s far too much for a little lad like to be carrying around so how about I take them all for one silver?”
Frowning and not in the mood for bartering I turn to an approaching customer and innocently ask, “ Hello mister how would you like to buy these cigars for 11C instead of that man's 15C? I have 20 for sale at this discounted price.”
The “mister” in question laughs “sure kid” and hands over 33C for 3 cigars and walks away. I turn to look at the shopkeeper but he grabs me by the collar and pulls me towards him with a look of anger on his face.
“ What do you think you are doing!?...” Before he can continue, I give a borderline insane look similar to the one Paul used, while using the sludge on the part of his had that is touching my neck to slowly eat away at his hand as I whisper
“Go ahead hit a little kid in front of your store I am sure it will be great for business, look people are looking already I am sure they are all thinking about the great prices the child beater has. Or maybe I should make them think you are trying to rape me hmm? Yelling something along the lines of ‘help he is trying to put his dick in my mouth while he stands behind the stall’ should do it don't you think?" Chuckling I increase the corrosive effect on his hand.
Letting go he gives me a horrified look as he backs away, shaking his hand and looks around. Putting on the innocent face again I ask as if nothing has happened I ask with a smile “so 3S for the remaining 31 cigars?” the sludge on his hand starts to eat away at hand making it start to bleed. “Wha…. oh ah yes? “He says in confusion and slight pain. “That's great, a pleasure doing business with sir” I take the bleeding hand shaking it as I recollect the sludge into my body before it denatures. Handing out the 31 cigars to the shopkeeper he reluctantly hands over the 3S in exchange.
My other trips to the stands where far less exciting. I buy a backpack to conceal the use of the storage ring and for the extra space. Also purchasing a lock and key as I want to try lockpicking with the sludge. I also buy a week rations of food and water. All this cost 85C this leaves be with 64C and 4S. With my first task complete I move on to the next one. [I need to find a library]