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Day 181, Saturday, November 28th
Mid-afternoon
The Market
First you say you do
And then you don't
And then you say you will
And then you won't
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
It's difficult to sing a capella by yourself, I think as I walk across the bridge into Excolo. The weather has finally cleared, and if I did not think it would draw attention I would have left my overcoat back in my tent. I am in an unaccountably good mood, and so I hardly drop my voice as I turn up Silk road. I thought long about the knife that my carrion bird needs. My original idea was a hunting knife, but after a few nights I realized that appeals more to my needs than hers.
But last week I saw a small stall selling curios, and they had a selection of surgical knives.
I purchased it then and there, but did not deliver it immediately. Best to give the seller some time to forget me - I am not especially remarkable, and they were not well educated in cutting tools. Anyone trying to find who purchased the knife would be at rather a disadvantage.
I wonder if she would let me watch her work with it? I saw a surgeon using a liston knife once, and I have recalled the memory several times in the past few days, putting on some music and savouring the image.
Now you want to play
And then it's no
And when you say you'll stay
That's when you go
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
It isn't until I pass the Tavern that I realize it's being work on, and some of the workers are rousties. A few minutes spent chatting tells me my carrion bird has moved for the duration, along with the other occupants. Damn.
I suppose I can circulate through the market and make enquiries. It will help the day from being a waste.
My spirits pick up as I enter the market, the smell of roasting meat from the butcher's pit filling the air with char and flesh. It is delicious, and I will have to buy some later. For the time I am content to browse, keeping a particular eye out for records. My funds are dwindling, but if I find myself too hard up I have ways of fixing that.
[Open]
Mid-afternoon
The Market
First you say you do
And then you don't
And then you say you will
And then you won't
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
It's difficult to sing a capella by yourself, I think as I walk across the bridge into Excolo. The weather has finally cleared, and if I did not think it would draw attention I would have left my overcoat back in my tent. I am in an unaccountably good mood, and so I hardly drop my voice as I turn up Silk road. I thought long about the knife that my carrion bird needs. My original idea was a hunting knife, but after a few nights I realized that appeals more to my needs than hers.
But last week I saw a small stall selling curios, and they had a selection of surgical knives.
I purchased it then and there, but did not deliver it immediately. Best to give the seller some time to forget me - I am not especially remarkable, and they were not well educated in cutting tools. Anyone trying to find who purchased the knife would be at rather a disadvantage.
I wonder if she would let me watch her work with it? I saw a surgeon using a liston knife once, and I have recalled the memory several times in the past few days, putting on some music and savouring the image.
Now you want to play
And then it's no
And when you say you'll stay
That's when you go
You're undecided now
So what are you gonna do?
It isn't until I pass the Tavern that I realize it's being work on, and some of the workers are rousties. A few minutes spent chatting tells me my carrion bird has moved for the duration, along with the other occupants. Damn.
I suppose I can circulate through the market and make enquiries. It will help the day from being a waste.
My spirits pick up as I enter the market, the smell of roasting meat from the butcher's pit filling the air with char and flesh. It is delicious, and I will have to buy some later. For the time I am content to browse, keeping a particular eye out for records. My funds are dwindling, but if I find myself too hard up I have ways of fixing that.
[Open]