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Rising from the stony plateau overlooking the rivers and plains of the western continent, and growing wealthy from the gem stones pulled from this same rocky soil, Etzos is a bastion of independence, eagerly spreading its belief that man should rule Idalos, not be servants of the vain Immortals who nearly destroyed it. But can the different factions set aside their agendas long enough to see this through?

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The Office of the Citizen's Committee

Postby Guillermos » Wed Jan 03, 2018 2:14 pm

Having arrived during the night, Guillermos was forced to decide between sleeping under the glimmering dotted nightsky, somewhere in a city park or to rent a room at the nearest inn. While it could be argumented that depending on the chosen inn, both held the risk of waking up with a shiv in your kidney, Guillermos still chose the latter option and first thing in the morning went on his humming way to the Office of the Citizen's Committee. The first pitstop any aspiring Etzori had to make, according to the guard that let him in the city.

Taking in the new city's atmosphere and architecture, he made his way to the Committee, it only took him about a few lightarcs longer than expected. Eventually he found a kind spirit, an old lady that looked like she was close to becoming an actual spirit when they finally arrived at their destination. Guillermos felt bad for making her do all this effort just for him, especially since it clearly took a lot out of her and shortened her lifespan with each step forward. He put his hand in her coat and when he removed it again, it had formed into a fist. He placed his fist over the palm of her open hand gently and with the subtlety of a novice illicite trader, he handed her the gold nell. "Thank you, take care now ma'am." The woman waved him hearthily with her free hand, the other resting on the wooden walking cane's handle. She hadn't even looked at the coin, Guillermos figured she might have been already grateful for being able to spend time with another human being and feeling needed, still he had to make sure there could be no misinterpretation or miscommunication regarding his gratitude.

The woman had quite literally lead him up to the Committee's doorstep and before soon he had already stepped inside. Looking around it felt like quite a small office for having such an important function in the city. But when it hit him nobody was going to come for him through one of the doors, he saw the boards above them. Each clearly leading to a more specialized segment of this city's organization. He needed to visit at least two of them. using logic for dummies, Guillermos predicted the Employment dept. would only be able to help him after he was an official Etzori citizen, so he opened the door under the small sign above 'Housing'.


There he was greeted with a hairy creature with a finger aimed accusingly at him. Completely in the dark as to what was going on or what the critter expected from him, it took him a bit of time and squinting wrinkles to realize it was a very focused woman with a LOT of inkblack hair. Looking around for someone to come forth and tell him what to do...Even if it was just to tell Guillermos she wanted his soul, at least he would know then!..As he turned from left to right, he saw the open door and again his coin fell and he realized she wanted the door shut.

The finger vanished, then the hair drifted backwards and revealed a calculating and business oriented face that wordlessly warned she does not take kindly to 'attitude'. Guillermos almost lowered his eyes but instead drove off in a stare as she spoke. When she was done speaking, he focused his sight again on her eyes and with a certain eye-level 'attitude' he declared she was absolutely correct and that it would probably be a temporary stay but could span more than one, even a few, seasons so he wanted to know if he could apply for a housing option. Guillermos didn't speak in a haughty or any kind of agressive manner, but not with a submissive feel to it neither. It was as said, on eye-level with this person. Guillermos hoped sincerely the aura of no-nonsense she gave off was also one she could appreciate in return. Logic for dummies.


After he received the response from the woman, he made his way to the Employment unit and this time the person behind the desk seemed more amical in nature al though still going right down to business, he effortlessly made Guillermos feel at ease as he shook his hand and took a seat. Guillermos spoke of his previous employment at Rharne where he was a freelance journalist and was hoping to find a similar job here, possibly one with a lot of fieldwork if there was such an open employment opportunity. He declared he had a love for finding stories to write about and that he has previous experience with helping out others solving cases, both on & off the job. Basically adding a fine print in his answer that he has the heart in the right place and respectable person. He got in the habit of adding this in conversations regarding his job, as in Rharne's Dust Quarter, journalist equals snitch, something he hoped was not the general consensus in Etzos.
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Postby Maltruism » Fri Jan 12, 2018 5:07 pm

Guillermos (housing)
The Housing Coordinator looked as if she'd passed up the chance to bet a thousand nel on being presented with this exact situation, but had declined. Her eyes clenched tightly closed for a count of five, then opened to give what warmth they could to an otherwise cold smile. "Yes, of course.... You don't know if you're going to be temporary or permanent. I wonder if anyone has ever arrived in Etzos that did."

She did not bother retrieving her destination charts or listings of inns, trusting to her well-used memory, "Well we have the Second Story Inn and the Broken Blade in the Outer zone..." her voice showing a hint of contempt for the thought of living there, "They will cost you the more common prices, ranging from six silver nel for one night to 50 gold for a full cycle...IF you think you'll be here for that long." her sarcasm was on full display, as it embellished the rolling of her deep brown in eyes in a surprisingly enticing fashion.

She seemed to drop that attitude after a pause and a sigh, "Forgive me, long days make for short tempers. Umm...if you prefer to get more by paying more, I recommend the "Inn for Dinner", here inside the walls. Figure to double the cost for triple the comfort. Well not quite double, but close enough to use the change for a tip that can gain some subtle benefits."

Now, she did pull out a large book, showing the vacancies in the housing sectors beyond the walls. "You can also rent housing units in the outer zone, 40 gold nel per season for wood, 60 for adobe, brick or stone, depending on location and availability. After you've lived here for an arc, you can apply for the far better units inside the walls. If you wish to go to one of the inns, here are the directions. Otherwise you can check this map and see where you'd like to rent housing. IF you choose to buy, these same homes are 200 and 250 gold for wood or stone, respectively."" she commented as she handed the fellow a map with directions to the two Inns she had mentioned.


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Coordinator Mead was already smiling as the fellow before him recited his resume and history of travel and investigative experience. His demeanor came across as having already assessed the logical employment venue for this fellow, but electing to obtain further evidence of its viability by hearing him out.

"Well now, you seem both well-educated and well-spoken, the both of which usually neither implying nor imparting the other." he chuckled as he sat back, peaking his fingers before him. "I could have probably saved you the tale of your exploits by simply stating the opening I will be advising, but I wanted to hear your account of yourself in your own words. You see, I am not only interested in providing sound employment for my customers. I also mean to provide sound employees for my clients. And hearing you empty your verbal logbook, along with the details of all the hows and whens and wheres, convinces me that you'd be a splendid addition to Mr. Garret Langley's staff, producing the local newsrag, "Imp Pressions".

He set aside the book of employment openings, having never even opened it, and handed the young fellow a card with the rudimentary directions to the Etzori newshound's place of business. "Okay, just for certainty's sake, I should inform you that Mr. Langley is a man of....modest physical height. But what he lacks there he more than compensates for with determination and insight. He will be delighted to have someone with a legitimate background in investigation and journalism."
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The Office of the Citizen's Committee

Postby Ivanthe » Mon Feb 12, 2018 6:18 pm

ImageEMPLOYMENT

Ivanthe felt small in the Citizens’ Commitee Office. More than usual, at least. It wasn’t an especially busy day, but he still felt the heavy confusion from others as to why he was alone; he didn’t expect children had very much business here, but if he quit at every sign of discomfort then he wouldn’t have made it to Etzos in one piece.

When he made his way through the door marked “EMPLOYMENT,” there was a woman ahead of him that seemed irritable with her conversation partner: a middle-aged man with silver hair and an exasperated look as the woman concluded her business and got up to leave.

Ivanthe stayed against the wall as the man sighed and began gathering up the papers on his desk and filing them away; only when he appeared finished with his task did the boy step forward to the center of the room and stand quietly until he was noticed.

“Hello,” the man said after only a few moments. “May I help you?”

“Yes. Work. I’m looking for it.” Ivanthe tried not to stutter.

“Yes,” he said, raising an eyebrow. “I… see. Well, welcome then. I am Peter Mead, Employment coordinator.” He held out a hand, and Ivanthe shook it quickly.

“Ivanthe.”

“A pleasure, Ivanthe. Now, why don’t you have a seat and we’ll see what I can do for you.”

Ivanthe sat, and Peter steepled his fingers. "If you could give me a basic idea of what skills you could offer this city, I have no doubt I can find you a place where they can be put to gainful use. So, what sort of employment are you hoping to find?”

“Hunting,” was the boy’s immediate answer. “Well, I’ve been doing it… for awhile. My father’s a huntsman, and I grew up helping merchant caravans. The one that brought me here, they said that supplies go between the city and villages. I know a bit of fieldcraft, too, and I can shoot enough to hit wolf that gets too close to things. I want my own job and my own wages. I'm a quick learner and I can pull my weight in the field.”
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Postby Maltruism » Tue Feb 13, 2018 4:03 am

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The youngster was at a disadvantage in that he did not know it was unusual for Mr. Mead to excuse himself and leave clients alone in his office, even for a half-bit. Theft was not the issue. It was that he'd been told that a boy had come through the gates the trial before, claiming the presence of a father among the other members of the caravan.

Three things struck the Employment Coordinator as pertinent. The first was this boy's name, which matched the one given by the youngster at the Gate; then there was the fact that none of the adults among the caravan party has acknowledged the boy as their own, or adopted either; Lastly there was a guardsman that had followed this Ivanthe boy into the OCC, and now nodded silently to Mr. Mead.

The man sighed and nodded back. This was an unfortunate situation. While there was no precise law making it illegal for the child to get work. They were so often exploited, or reported missing to become child slaves in some other city, that Peter was immediately apprehensive of this boy's likely fate. He would have to truly have skill as a hunter for some shop owner NOT to decide he stood more to gain by selling the child and then reporting him "missing".

When he returned a moment later, he stayed leaning against the door he'd closed behind him. He turned anxious but sympathetic eyes on the lad as he spelled things out for him. "Okay son, let's be honest. You are fatherless and on your own, aren't you?" He dropped to a squat to remove the appearance of looming over the boy.

"Don't be alarmed Ivanthe, I'm not going to shunt you off to the orphanage, though I think you might be safer there. I can get you a job at 'The Chopping Block'. That's the butcher shop near the Great Gate you came in last trial." His eyes became intense, "But let me level with you. You had better have the skill you're trying to claim, because street boys either end up dead, slaves, housed at the orphanage, or working for the Finders Seekers in The Underground, which is no better than your first two options."

Now he stood, figuring a good looming presence might be just what the boy needed, "I can sympathize with you wanting to make your own way. But if you're making this up, about shooting wolves, hoping to milk pay from some old man without really knowing one end of a bow from the other, I'll come and haul you off to the orphanage myself. I have to think what's best for them as well. I don't intend to saddle a good client with unskilled labor. But Mr. Masterson will let you give it a shot." Now he smiled, "And so will I."

He let Ivanthe know that Mr. Masterson often hired hunters to help keep his ice house stocked with meat to sell, and had more than once expressed how much more cost-effective it would be to have a permanent employee in that capacity. He did not bother going into the other aspects of the slaughterhouse, the other parts of the bodies that were put to lucrative uses besides cooking and eating. If Mr. Masterson chose to discuss these matters, that would be up to him. He gave the boy directions to the shop, along with a note of endorsement from his office, and advised him to expect no less than 2 gold nel per trial.

With a last smile, that the boy now wore as well, he told him if he did his job well, reported early each trial for work, and was truly good with his bow, he could make two or three times that much. the eager departure of the youngster inspired the smile he was going to need for the next client.

"Yes...come in. I am Peter Mead, Employment Coordinator..."
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