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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 18, 2020 15:17:05 GMT
She giggled. Yes, Justine giggled. That was new, even for her. Perhaps social subterfuge suited her after all. “Well, much as I’d like a fistful of sapphires...even if just to let them fall over my fingers...would Mr Distennian himself be in? See, I’ve just come from Bastion and my friends met him but I never got to.” She pouted. “I heard there was a great party, too.”
Once she started she couldn’t talk. They’d think she was harmless if she kept going, right? Like a child with no real thoughts other than toys and treats. “Oh. And between you and me, I’ve heard things that make me think I might be able to become an investor myself.” She winked at the guard who had deigned to speak to her. The other one only got a passing glance.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2020 16:06:43 GMT
The short guard seemed darkly amused at her babble. “Master Distennian should be here in a bit,” he said. “I’m sure he’d love to talk business...lady...?” He waited for her name.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 18, 2020 16:30:19 GMT
“Just...just Julia,” she said, barely hesitating before giving the same alias she had given the Lockhart boy. “It’s miss, really, but you can call me lady if you like.” She winked again and shifted the hat boxes in her arms. “Will it be soon or can I take these to my lodgings? It’s very awkward. I meant to only buy one, see.”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2020 16:58:46 GMT
“Soon enough,” he said. “But I can’t imagine he’d turn down a, hm, potential investor,” he finally decided on. “Nice to meet you Miss Julia.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 18, 2020 17:26:55 GMT
She nodded and looked around as though she thought the man himself might pop out at any moment. “Alright. I’ll have a porter take these do I can wait.” She went and engaged a porter at a nearby stall so she didn’t have to hold all the cumbersome hat boxes. She briefly considered wearing one but it wouldn’t match her dress in the least. Well, she didn’t think. Ceutinde would know.
When she came back she nodded pleasantly to each of the guards. “So can I go in or do I have to stand here in the street?”
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 18, 2020 20:27:25 GMT
The talkative guard steps aside and shrugged. “Look around,” he said. “Stay on the first floor.” They both seemed profoundly bored.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 18, 2020 20:33:01 GMT
That immediately made her want to go to the second floor. She smiled at both of them and went in, blinking as the light went from bright to a bit dimmer.
She looked for anything more interesting than just a jeweler’s.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2020 1:17:11 GMT
The place was large and filled with merchandise on this first floor, gold ore and rings and necklaces and silver and rubies and emeralds. She sees to her left the stairs leading up, with a chain barring the way. It wouldn’t actually stop someone but it makes it clear only certain people should go up there. She sees a few people behind the counters watching the patrons for signs of thievery, and there’s a legitimately ugly one-eyed man with a black wooden club waiting for anyone to try redeeming their five finger discount.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 19, 2020 2:57:09 GMT
Justine smiled at the attendants and went to inspect the jewels. She pushed her hand into some rubies and let them fall back into their container. Such wealth...she could never have imagined it. As she went to inspect the jewelry, she looked to see if there was anything similar to the one they found in the spooky basement.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2020 3:39:13 GMT
There is a necklace somewhat similar actually; same general design but not enchanted. It also has a bracelet with the same general filigree etched into it. “Expensive but worth it,” one of the women said. “From our best goldsmith.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 19, 2020 3:51:13 GMT
"I've seen their work before. It's very fine." She kept the waver out of her voice, though her heart began to beat a little faster. "Who made it? Someone in the city?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2020 4:07:51 GMT
The woman nodded. “That’s right. His name’s Paolo the Tinker. He generally only does commission work but if you need something special we can make sure it is done.”
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 19, 2020 4:27:24 GMT
"I don't know that I could commission something right away. Like most people, I'm only passing through. Actually," she paused and looked thoughtful. "Perhaps a commission now could be picked up later. Can you give me directions to his shop? Or does he only contract though Distennian's?"
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Post by The Forgotten God on Oct 19, 2020 18:22:21 GMT
The woman nodded. “Oh yes,” she said, “his workshop is about a dozen buildings down, by that little park with the pond. You can’t miss it when you get close; those tools make a tremendous racket.” Justine am see a bunch of customers entering them turning to go immediately upstairs. They are all men with rich chains and jewelry wrought in gold.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Oct 20, 2020 0:18:11 GMT
She nodded pleasantly as the lady told her where the jewelers shop was. As she watched the clearly wealthy men pass the rope and go up, she moved toward the woman who had spoken to her. Pitching her voice low, she asked, “Wheb I saw the rope I thought it was living quarters or storage up there...but it looks like it’s something interesting. How do I get invited to the party?”
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