Business wasn't as good as it could have been, so Miki packed up a sack of all her best belongings to keep them safe, there weren't many, and highest quality items for selling then made her way to Jack Tar Landing from Hak Etme. When she got there she immediately tried selling her things to a merchant, he rudely told her the quality was shoddy and denied her. This made her angry but she decided with the little money she had left she would buy some alcohol from a vendor tent on the docks to cool down.
She spent three days drinking and trying to sell her wares with no one interested in buying. The thing about Jack Tar is it was always shifting, like a dune. Eventually, if she just waited, someone would show up and take her up on her offer. Else it was a race against time and she would either be riding home as a stowaway having drank all of her money or someone would make her day somehow.
This day was good, it was morning, and Miki wasn't drunk yet. She wore her typical white tunic, brown trousers, black boots, and all of her piercings were in. Having only been reborn for two years her experience of the New World was very small and Jack Tar Landing was a major focus of hers. She had stumbled upon this area by chance early on after her awakening, the sheer number of people entering and exiting the port made it a haven for information and trouble. Two things vital to Miki.
By now she wanted to just throw her bag of shitty nails and tool parts out into the sea. Instead of that she thought she would try selling herself; not for a tryst but as muscle, labor, or at this point even a fisherman. By a For Hire signpost the locals used to post jobs Miki could be seen leaning against a barrel, spade tipped tail swishing behind her impatiently like a metronome. It would almost seem like she was waiting on someone, boring holes into everyone who passed by.
She spent three days drinking and trying to sell her wares with no one interested in buying. The thing about Jack Tar is it was always shifting, like a dune. Eventually, if she just waited, someone would show up and take her up on her offer. Else it was a race against time and she would either be riding home as a stowaway having drank all of her money or someone would make her day somehow.
This day was good, it was morning, and Miki wasn't drunk yet. She wore her typical white tunic, brown trousers, black boots, and all of her piercings were in. Having only been reborn for two years her experience of the New World was very small and Jack Tar Landing was a major focus of hers. She had stumbled upon this area by chance early on after her awakening, the sheer number of people entering and exiting the port made it a haven for information and trouble. Two things vital to Miki.
By now she wanted to just throw her bag of shitty nails and tool parts out into the sea. Instead of that she thought she would try selling herself; not for a tryst but as muscle, labor, or at this point even a fisherman. By a For Hire signpost the locals used to post jobs Miki could be seen leaning against a barrel, spade tipped tail swishing behind her impatiently like a metronome. It would almost seem like she was waiting on someone, boring holes into everyone who passed by.
