Cyprian was half asleep, crawling on the ground in an odd stupor, he was in a place he had never been. Never explored with his own eyes, he could smell things he never smelled, tasted, sounds. Even the cool dirt almost moist from a waterfall blowing mist around just ahead of him. The scars on his body grew from his shoulders down to his fingertips and up through his face entering his eyes, He was blinded for a second all he could see was blue. Suddenly he woke up, in the back of his shop, he kept a bed so if he got tired working he could just stay overnight and finish in the morning. He figured there wouldn't be any work at this hour since it as a couple hours before noon. He walked outside to the door, he would allow people to make outstanding orders if they wrote notes and pasted them on his door, there was a note reading '2 Fur Trimmed Mantles, 3 Cloaks'
This order wouldn't typically take longer than 4 days to do if he spent half the day on one trying hard or perhaps spending a day on each but the difficulty would be near the bottom if read that he needed to finish it by This morning, probably around noon, with a couple hours to spare he was unsure if he would be able to do it. Actually he was more than discouraged, he knew he wouldn't be able to do it.
The person who left the note probably came last night, he didn't remember much but he couldn't waste any time, he gathered the materials he needed and started working, an hours passed and another came. He was trying to hurry as fast as possible, the task was just to much to handle for him alone with so little time to spare. He was becoming frustrated, he swore as he heard footsteps approaching the shop from the front desk, he was in the back working, the steps became closer and Cyp, more frustrated with their nagging creak on his floor.
"Shit, this can't b--" All the sudden Cyprian began to feel his skin peeling off his bones, a blue glow emanating from the back room of his shop, he looked up and was blinded by a blue glow through his eyelids. Suddenly the materials in the room he was using to make the cloaks and the mantles now seemed to levitate before him, he sat up almost in a meditative style. The objects in the room were materializing the clothing he needed, within a couple minutes he heard a noise from the front of the shop.
"Hello? Is someone working here" The voice grew in intensity, perhaps the man needing the clothing...
Cyprian spoke up after coming to, he closed his eyes and they returned to their regular form, the clothing lay in front of him, completed. He couldn't believe it, he was somewhat afraid however, he knew that magic was nigh forbidden the way it was frowned upon. Most would not think twice to shove a blade into any magic users. Cyprian stood up and brought the clothes to the man.
"I.. I suppose these are yours sir?"
"You supposed right, here is payment. Quite a fine job you've done, perhaps I'll return someday. See I am a trader, I buy and sell, with work this good you could be cut in here."
"Surely you jest, sir. Good day." Cyprian waved to the man as he left the front desk, and then off to the back room where he plopped down on his bed.
"This is... Fucked."
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