This was exactly the kind of lead Aspen had been looking for. The Kargdan was a special kind of corrupted beast. There weren't many like it and it never settled for one place. It's horn sold at a valuable price not just because it was ivory, but of its efficiency as a Carta medium. She had seen the job post on one of the boards in an inn. True, the offer in itself was sketchy, but if a person knew the whereabouts of a Kargdan, then it was definitely worth it. Besides, if they didn't cough up the dough, she'd keep the thing for herself. There were rumors one could carve a flute out of it and her old wooden flute was giving way.
The Clockwork was situated in Marden, a town surrounded by meadows, hills and woods. There was a mix of laborers and bourgeoisie classes here. A few finely dressed woman arched an eyebrow at Aspen. She didn't blame them. The young woman dark-haired woman was dressed in a violet tunic, pants and leather boots that reached her thighs. Were it not for the fact her attire showed off her slender but curvy figure, she could pass off as a boy. She was certain her black tie-on mask made her look suspicious, too. Not that it mattered. She walked past them, drawing her cloak in order to cover her body more and continued.
The shop in question was nestled in between several other boutiques, but stuck out like a sore thumb. Where others had fresh coats of paint and were filled with people, The Clockwork looked completely neglected. The fact that it was close to empty, had no lights on and a display window that needed serious dusting worried her. The place definitely didn't look like it could afford to pay "handsomely". On the other hand, if it was empty, it meant she had no competition for the job, and that meant keeping either horn or money for herself.
The Clockwork was situated in Marden, a town surrounded by meadows, hills and woods. There was a mix of laborers and bourgeoisie classes here. A few finely dressed woman arched an eyebrow at Aspen. She didn't blame them. The young woman dark-haired woman was dressed in a violet tunic, pants and leather boots that reached her thighs. Were it not for the fact her attire showed off her slender but curvy figure, she could pass off as a boy. She was certain her black tie-on mask made her look suspicious, too. Not that it mattered. She walked past them, drawing her cloak in order to cover her body more and continued.
The shop in question was nestled in between several other boutiques, but stuck out like a sore thumb. Where others had fresh coats of paint and were filled with people, The Clockwork looked completely neglected. The fact that it was close to empty, had no lights on and a display window that needed serious dusting worried her. The place definitely didn't look like it could afford to pay "handsomely". On the other hand, if it was empty, it meant she had no competition for the job, and that meant keeping either horn or money for herself.