A discontented grumble left from Sung’s lips as she looked to the pieces of silver in her hand, as she made her way along the streets of the Mage District. She jiggled the coins around in her gloved hand as she walked along, taking in the sights and sounds and smells of the city as she walked.
The young pandaren’s ears flicked as new sounds were heard, and her nose twitched as she passed stall after stall of street vendors as they sold their wares. She could hear the voices of two men debating over the price of a staff as she passed by one of the outfitter shops. The warm, cinnamon smell of freshly baked sweet bread danced along her nostrils. The steam from a dumpling stand wafted through the street and dissipated in the sky above her.
Sung’s stomach rumbled as she took in the smell of all the delicious food she was passing. She was nearing the end of her budget for the month, but still needed supplies to continue her scribe work. She would have to wait until she returned home to her rented flat at the Recluse before she could eat. With another grumble, she pocketed her money and continued to make her way towards the canals.
She was by no means destitute, the odd jobs and contracts the young mage had been working had paid her well enough, as long as she found consistent work, but paper pushing would certainly not bring the girl any real measure of affluence. She wasn’t thriving, she was merely surviving. It certainly wasn’t something she would have seen herself doing a year ago, when she had first come to Stormwind by balloon, like so many others from her home, the Wandering Isle. It had been a year, and she still had yet to find someone who would be willing to take her on as an apprentice in the study of the arcane. She gleaned what knowledge she could from the borrowed texts of her colleagues and friends, but her progress in the skill of magic had begun to plateau. Unless she can find a master mage to teach her the more complex aspects of the craft, she would never move beyond the skill and usefulness of an apprentice.
Sung shook her head to push the negative thoughts aside as she rounded the corner, and found herself next to the canals. I have to keep trying, she thought to herself. I’ll find someone eventually, I just have to keep looking.
Distant bells began to ring in the city. Wagons drove by, their progress accented by the sound of hooves on the cobblestone street. The general hustle and bustle of the city surrounded the young mage. New sounds continued to vie for her attention, but she ignored them, continuing instead to focus on her destination. The stockade was coming into view, soon she would be at the scribeworks. Her stomach growled again, and the young mage increased her pace.
Sung soon found herself before the inscription supply store. She quickly shuffled inside and began to browse the various wares on display. She looked over a stack of parchment, before gingerly picking up a few rolls of the paper, setting her selection to the side as she then looked to the stacks of ink pots on display. She looked to the advertised price of the ink on the shelf. Her eyes widened as she read over the price again. Was she looking at the right display? Or had they become more expensive? She felt of wave of disbelief wash over her as she pulled the silvers from her pocket again, and confirmed that their wasn’t enough enough coin to buy what she needed. She slumped her shoulders and let out a frustrated sigh as she reluctantly began to place her selected supplies back to the shelf from whence they were pulled.
As she placed the last piece of rolled parchment back on the shelf, her ears twitched towards the direction of the door. She turned to look, and found herself staring at an elderly gnome. The aged small fellow wore a feathered hat, simple brown clothing, and walked with a cane. He appeared to be favoring one of his fingers as he stood in the doorway to the supply shop. Sung tilted her head as her curiosity in this new turn of events got the better of her. She watched as he set his cane to the side, and began to cradle his wounded hand.
My day might be ruined, she thought to herself, but at least I can make someone else’s better.
She carefully made her way through the store, until she stood before the gnome. She knelt down on one knee and looked to the splinter in his finger. “Would you like me to help you with that?” She offered with a smile, as she began to dig around in her satchel for a pair of tweezers.
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