I see you are torn between both your clothing and where you wish to go. Let’s see what fate has in store for you.

[Roll: D100]

Roll: 69 - Eastern Clothing

[Roll: D100]

Roll: 37 - Workshop

The Eastern clothing seems to draw your eyes. The fact that it has several layers, the different colours, the boots slipping up to almost your knees, and the cuffs that seem almost like gauntlets; everything about it screams festival.

There are rumours that in the Eastern lands that the festival for New Seed is outrageous, and from pretty much all the traveller clients you have met with, they seem to have confirmed those rumours to you.

The clothing is soft to the touch, much finer than your typical work clothing, and feels weightless even though it has more layers. Once you finish up tying your boots, you make your way down.

As much as eating alone in your own home sounds good, perhaps the company of your mentor will provide much better conversation. You grab onto your pouch of coinage, only keeping five gold inside as the rest is back at the workshop, and then head out.

The hustle and the bustle of the festival is getting into full swing. Even now you can see several families making their trek towards the city square. Your pathway is actually in the opposite direction, towards the industrial section of the city. It isn’t too far away from your home, but far enough away that the distraction of the city won’t disrupt your chat with your mentor.

Your swift steps are near silent as you walk to the workshop. Within a couple of minutes, stepping through a side street, you find yourself at the front of it. It’s small and quaint looking. The doors are made form a sturdy iron, and are as grey as dullness, though the gold painted nails does give it a sharper quality to it. There is a single rope above that falls down, and you reach for it. You tug it once, then pause, then twice more.

After a few moments, the familiar heavy foot falls approach the door. You glance down ever so slightly as your mentor opens up the door, not even looking at you once she’s shifted the door slightly, instead heading back. The smell of gunpowder fills your nostrils as you push the door open and slide inside.

The inside of the shop is small, barely allowing two to walk abreast. There are tables on either side with a number of trinkets and items that one may fancy when entering a tinker’s workshop. All sort of contraptions, most harmless, some less less so. You follow your mentor round to the back.

“Mornin’.” She calls out finally as the pair of you exchange greetings.

Rebeca is an averagely sized Dwarf, with ruby red hair that’s slicked back, the sides of which are cut short. She has amethyst eyes, darker brows, and two piercings; a set of golden earrings on her left ear, and a single golden triangle underneath against her jaw. She is wearing her dark grey work wear, evidently getting in a few minutes of work in order to finish a contraption she is almost done with.

“How’s yer New Seed?” She asks as you start to pour out some porridge into a large pot, covering it with some water. She grabs out for a container, then pauses for a moment. She glances over to note that it’s gunpowder, then reaches out for the container beside it that is filled with sugar, and then starts to pour a little of it into the pot.

She’s made the mistake before, and knowing Dwarfs, they don’t make the same mistake twice.

After exchanging some chit chat, you start to pour the porridge into a pair of bowls she has set down, and then she grabs some fruit.

“Ye can have tha day off, no need ta be working today. Ah’ll be off selling some wares during the noon, but otherwise my stall is free fer yeh to use.” She offers as she starts to eat the food.

The porridge is sweet, a little sweeter than perhaps you would like, but that is just how your mentor likes it. She doesn’t go in with half measures, so you are used to the taste.

After a moment or two, she finally addresses you. “What’s with tha clothes?” She says, furrowing her brows. “Didn’t expect yeh to wear somefin so fanceh.” She teases.

Before you can respond, she facepalms. “Ah feck, ah forgot.” She says before she then hops off her stool and then heads over to the corner of the room. She picks up a pocket watch, square with an industrial look of grey and more grey. Once she draws near, you can hear that it’s pretty loud.

“Ah’m gonna need ye to hand this off to Master Rocksmith, he’s been askin’ for it and ah said ah’d have it done by t’day.” She places it down onto the table with a heavy thud. “Take it with ya on the way will ya.” Not so much a question, more an order.

Is there anything you wish to talk to your mentor about? You could go and leave to do your task now. You still have plenty of time to actually enjoy the festival, you aren’t missing much at the moment you gather.