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Franky had a strange aura about him as they walked the street, one Yeva could sense but didn't understand. He looked deep in thought and it felt oddly personal to go pestering him now. She let him be, and before she knew it, they were standing in front of their destination. His mood seemed to shift, as quick as the wind. Franky moved first, knocking on the door. She shuffled behind the man, unsure what to expect, but shrank back when an imposing figure shadowed the doorway. Peeking from behind the tavern owner's back, Yeva spotted an orc who looked as if he had just rolled out of bed greeted the hobgoblin with clear familiarity. They spoke for a moment.
Franky stepped aside, exposing the petite elf hidden behind him, "This is my friend, Yeva. Yeva, this is Korvik, neighbor to the Gobbler."
Her eyes lifted from the exposed torso of the man to his bold smile, tusks on full display. He extended a hand that engulfed hers, so much so, the redhead couldn't even manage to fully wrap her hands around his palm, the size difference too great, "Hello," she greeted politely, embarrassed by her lackluster grip, but the orc didn't seem to mind. Likely used to it.
The men began to talk, and both Yeva and Korvik were surprised by Franky's suggestion. He was buying this place? She took a step back and seemed to look at the building with new eyes, watching with a shell-shocked expression as Korvik grabbed his outerwear and preparations were underway.
"After you, Miss Yeva."
"Just like that?" she asked, tiptoeing to the entryway and leaning forward to take a glance around. She looked back at the street, still unsure about the idea. Someone lived here and now she was suddenly barging in for a little self-guided tour. Korvik had been open to the idea, perhaps it wasn't her place to question it? As if sensing her apprehension, Franky made sure to ease her nerves.
"I think it might be best if you had a landlord that actually wants you as a tenet and appreciates you for what you are. I do have an idea of a few other uses for this space, but I would happily carve out some of it for you." She followed after him, his steps slow and purposeful. It allowed her ample time to look around, although she was careful not to touch anything, "Mystics must be helped by the community, for all that they give back."
She was silent as she tried to imagine herself here. Take away the orcish decor, get a fresh coat of paint, maybe refinish the floors. Of course, there were more pressing concerns than just aesthetic touches. Korvik said the property needed work and she looked up at the ceiling and windows to inspect for any signs of structural damage. Franky continued his pitch, "We'll get plumbing installed in here, and you'd be next door to the tavern, so there'd be plenty of opportunities for you to find more customers, if you'd like that."
She furrowed her brow, unsure what to think as they made their way towards a breakfast table. It was simple, but as the goblin cleared the surface and motioned for her to take a seat, she "It just feels like... a lot," she was far from unappreciative at the gesture, but no one had ever offered her anything like it, "I don't know, Franky."
"This is not charity though. I wouldn't insult you like that," he was smiling and she tried to return the expression, admittedly interested in the idea of having a decent landlord. Franky had always treated her well, respected her work, supported it even, "So let us come to terms, if you're amenable."
She finally nodded and slipped into the chair, finding the accommodation too large for her. The toes of her boots barely touched the ground when she sat, making her feel rather childish, to say the least. Franky, however, didn't seem to notice. If he did, he certainly didn't comment on it.
"Please make me an offer, Mystic Yeva."
"Well...." she mulled over what she had to offer. He knew she was a mystic, she could offer her services as such on call, but that certainly wasn't enough to pay a debt like this. She wasn't sure how people discussed topics like this and began to rummage in her bag for a scrap of paper and a pencil, "I could pay you, of course. Um," she scribbled a number on the strip of paper, folding it and slid it across the table, "That's about what I was paying before... This place is bigger so..." she tried to imagine setting up shop, permanently here. Franky seemed confident she would find more clientele, although Yeva had reservations about Reconcilators. She wasn't a mage, but a permanent location could mean trouble, "I could also offer my services in mysticism... on call, free of charge for you and yours. And... " The idea of plumbing was quite nice and rather generous, but she wondered how much that would cost in a building like this, "If repairs are needed, maybe I could work a few shifts at the tavern to offset the costs? I... well, I don't really know how to cook very well... But I could always run drinks or clean, if needed. And, if I did get business here, I could cut you a percentage if you'd like... And, maybe slip in some advertising to the customers if you'd be willing to do the same."
Franky had a strange aura about him as they walked the street, one Yeva could sense but didn't understand. He looked deep in thought and it felt oddly personal to go pestering him now. She let him be, and before she knew it, they were standing in front of their destination. His mood seemed to shift, as quick as the wind. Franky moved first, knocking on the door. She shuffled behind the man, unsure what to expect, but shrank back when an imposing figure shadowed the doorway. Peeking from behind the tavern owner's back, Yeva spotted an orc who looked as if he had just rolled out of bed greeted the hobgoblin with clear familiarity. They spoke for a moment.
Franky stepped aside, exposing the petite elf hidden behind him, "This is my friend, Yeva. Yeva, this is Korvik, neighbor to the Gobbler."
Her eyes lifted from the exposed torso of the man to his bold smile, tusks on full display. He extended a hand that engulfed hers, so much so, the redhead couldn't even manage to fully wrap her hands around his palm, the size difference too great, "Hello," she greeted politely, embarrassed by her lackluster grip, but the orc didn't seem to mind. Likely used to it.
The men began to talk, and both Yeva and Korvik were surprised by Franky's suggestion. He was buying this place? She took a step back and seemed to look at the building with new eyes, watching with a shell-shocked expression as Korvik grabbed his outerwear and preparations were underway.
"After you, Miss Yeva."
"Just like that?" she asked, tiptoeing to the entryway and leaning forward to take a glance around. She looked back at the street, still unsure about the idea. Someone lived here and now she was suddenly barging in for a little self-guided tour. Korvik had been open to the idea, perhaps it wasn't her place to question it? As if sensing her apprehension, Franky made sure to ease her nerves.
"I think it might be best if you had a landlord that actually wants you as a tenet and appreciates you for what you are. I do have an idea of a few other uses for this space, but I would happily carve out some of it for you." She followed after him, his steps slow and purposeful. It allowed her ample time to look around, although she was careful not to touch anything, "Mystics must be helped by the community, for all that they give back."
She was silent as she tried to imagine herself here. Take away the orcish decor, get a fresh coat of paint, maybe refinish the floors. Of course, there were more pressing concerns than just aesthetic touches. Korvik said the property needed work and she looked up at the ceiling and windows to inspect for any signs of structural damage. Franky continued his pitch, "We'll get plumbing installed in here, and you'd be next door to the tavern, so there'd be plenty of opportunities for you to find more customers, if you'd like that."
She furrowed her brow, unsure what to think as they made their way towards a breakfast table. It was simple, but as the goblin cleared the surface and motioned for her to take a seat, she "It just feels like... a lot," she was far from unappreciative at the gesture, but no one had ever offered her anything like it, "I don't know, Franky."
"This is not charity though. I wouldn't insult you like that," he was smiling and she tried to return the expression, admittedly interested in the idea of having a decent landlord. Franky had always treated her well, respected her work, supported it even, "So let us come to terms, if you're amenable."
She finally nodded and slipped into the chair, finding the accommodation too large for her. The toes of her boots barely touched the ground when she sat, making her feel rather childish, to say the least. Franky, however, didn't seem to notice. If he did, he certainly didn't comment on it.
"Please make me an offer, Mystic Yeva."
"Well...." she mulled over what she had to offer. He knew she was a mystic, she could offer her services as such on call, but that certainly wasn't enough to pay a debt like this. She wasn't sure how people discussed topics like this and began to rummage in her bag for a scrap of paper and a pencil, "I could pay you, of course. Um," she scribbled a number on the strip of paper, folding it and slid it across the table, "That's about what I was paying before... This place is bigger so..." she tried to imagine setting up shop, permanently here. Franky seemed confident she would find more clientele, although Yeva had reservations about Reconcilators. She wasn't a mage, but a permanent location could mean trouble, "I could also offer my services in mysticism... on call, free of charge for you and yours. And... " The idea of plumbing was quite nice and rather generous, but she wondered how much that would cost in a building like this, "If repairs are needed, maybe I could work a few shifts at the tavern to offset the costs? I... well, I don't really know how to cook very well... But I could always run drinks or clean, if needed. And, if I did get business here, I could cut you a percentage if you'd like... And, maybe slip in some advertising to the customers if you'd be willing to do the same."
