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WHO: Adasse Agassi, Haelan and YOU (with Anders)
WHAT: Running of the business
WHEN: Mid-Harvestmere
WHERE: All about Kirkwall
NOTES: Off this post. The boys get to work. Expect cursing and hijinks, and just tag either or both in your post!

All around the city of Kirkwall, you'll see them. Two young men - one tall, one slightly shorter. One with dark straight hair, one with blonde curls. Almond-shaped brown eyes with a twinkle, and solemn blue ones. They would be in the market stalls, Hightown and Lowtown, all over, bargaining at tables and perhaps just waiting for a merchant to turn their back so they could slip it into a well positioned pocket.

If you see them, just try not to get them caught ... and if you got a job? Well. They'll be happy to oblige you.

For Anders

True to form, the lanterns were followed, and one dark-haired, pointy-eared head popped around the corner, looking surprised and pleased at what he found. Well, outside a clinic for all the poor and unfortunates.

"Oi, I didn't know you were This healer." Adasse proclaimed. "You're famous, you are."

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Haelan murmurs something that might be an apology, or it might just be more stubborn protest, but his shoulders slump and he doesn't seem about to run right back out the door now.

This is Adasse's friend, he's not going to insult the guy in his own place. Even if doing that is very, very tempting.

Instead, he lets Adasse and Anders talk, idly kicking at the floor with one foot.

The people coming and going from the clinic give the elf kicking the door looks, but choose not to say anything. It's Anders' choice to call him out or not and he sees no point in doing so right now.

"Thank you," he says to Adasse as he takes the package and opens it up, smiling faintly when he sees the drawing.

"The children will likely appreciate this until I make them sound out and spell dragon. How many coppers was it for the frame?"

"Well there's four sides to the frame - so four coppers." Adasse tapped his fingers against his cheek. "Y'know, if you need more art for the wall for the kiddies, we know some down on their luck muralists. Y'know ... poor starving artists is pretty much the normal down here."

It's bargaining time, then.

"I thought you said a copper... but I could do two, since that's double what I believe I heard on the crystal, and then I'll hear out the muralist recommendations." He's not trying to shortchange them, but every coin he spends on this comes out of what he can give to the Clinic for slightly more important uses.

Of course it's bargaining - this is Kirkwall, Anders.

"Two coppers is acceptable - names run as follow. Sneaky Peter down under the docks - he's into open expressionism. Then there's Crazy Annalese - she mostly does mural tagging up in Hightown when her leg isn't bothering her and she can run away fast enough. Then of course there's Shy Nicholas - y'might have seen him? Pretty frail lad, constant cough? He does mostly portrait work on walls - he says Darktown is his canvas."

He has no idea what open expressionism or mural tagging means, but portrait work is at least easy to grasp.

"How does Nicholas feel about mages?" he asks as he digs out and hands over two coppers. It's a lot when one of those might buy needed items like potatoes or fish, but he'll make more. He'll work harder. The Clinic needs to be more than just a building too, after all. It needs to give hope. Plain walls don't do a lot as far as that goes.

Anders leaned back and flipped one copper to Haelan, and kept the other to roll between his fingers, tipping his head to one side. "Well as long they're not trying to use him for a blood mage sacrifice - he's all right with them. Besides, your clinic is famous. One place in all of Kirkwall you can get a cure without a sermon."

Anders, not actually flipping coins around, nods.

"Thank you. If you can let him know I'd like to speak with him, I'd appreciate it. And please keep your eyes out for dragon parts. Those are likely something I'll be in the market for for some time."

Adasse, NOT ANDERS, nods his head once before a faint smirk touches his lips. "You realize that'll cost you a fair penny. Dragon bits are not cheap - especially in Kirkwall."

"I know they're not. So call me before buying them, so I can be sure it's something that I'll find useful, please. I don't need parts indiscriminately, it's things for research. Leave the claws and teeth to those who find those interesting."

He doesn't need souvenirs. He's killed dragons. That's more than enough for him.

"Fair enough, I think we can get a handle on that. We'll leave you to your good works, Serah, and we'll let you know if we find something." He tipped Anders a salute, gesturing to Haelan that yes, they could leave now.

...but not before he slipped a copper into a sickly looking boy's hand, who was waiting with his mother by the doors.

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