Another morning...

Shandara's schedule usually had her resting in the midday, due to her.. nocturnal nature. The night was all hers, but there was still plenty of daylight she had to suffer through. Well, maybe the word 'suffer' was being too dramatic. Still, it would seem she would never be able to acclimate to daylight.

Nevertheless, morning meant her 'day' wasn't over yet. Shandara had been working on some jewelry, a craft she was pretty good at. A few autumn and harvest-themed trinkets could probably bring in some more coin for her and test her skill. Though honestly, she was finding the work somewhat boring. Deep down, as she had learned the craft from her father to supplement her family's income, it felt sort of like a job. Crafting jewelry to make money, not for its own sake. And so, rarely was she taken by an artistic mood. When she was feeling artsy, the results could be wondrous, but that wasn't today.. or the past few months, really. In any case, Shandara wanted to go out and stretch her legs, breathe some fresh air, sun be damned.

The hottest days had passed, and so she opted for something light yet modest. A blouse; a skirt; some sandals; a very light, hooded, silk cloak; and her parasol. An acquaintance had told her a new notice was on the noticeboard in the grand plaza. So off she went, meandering her way by peoples and patiently waiting her turn to take a look.

Hmm...

Ship design? Shandara honestly felt she was more of a dabbler in that field, than anything. And she really knew nothing of sailing or boating. She believes she hadn't been on a boat even once in her life.

A sewer system? She really wasn't confident in this field either. More worryingly, it seemed this disease was a significant threat. Maybe not to most people, but especially to her. She would never dare to go near the Stormdrains. She quite confidently felt that if she ever caught this disease, she was going to die horribly.

A bank security system?? Perhaps intriguing, but she had best not pretend to want to break into the bank. Chances are, even the traps or the guards could 'accidentally' kill her. Still, perhaps it was something that could be studied...

Shandara mulled it all over a bit but decided to get out of everyone's way. That's when she saw him. Again. That half-orc. Was he following her? Maybe this was all just a coincidence. The thing that stuck out to her was the half-orc seemed dressed more like a wanderer.. and quite honestly, half-orcs did not have a reputation for being the brightest. But you never know. She could only assume there were some skilled blacksmiths or even artisans among them.

For now, Shandara was rather paranoid but tried not to let him on. She made her way over to a place she frequented to think over the announcements some more. Julieanne's Brew, it was called. It was a nice and quiet place with indoor and outdoor seating. They sold all manners of tea, coffee, and some alcohols with rich flavors. Nothing too intoxicating in a single mug. Oh, and the pastries, baked goods, soups, and other delicatessens. The quality of the place inevitably made it popular, but today, like recent days, it didn't seem too crowded.

Shandara ordered some tea, soup, and a bit of bread to go with it, and, feeling a bit more adventurous, sat in the patio, shaded by both the building and furthermore by a large umbrella on the table. She casually glanced around a bit to see if this half-orc was still following her.