[Closed, Solo] Delivering a Package

[whiteeyes]

It was a really simple task when you got down to it, a quick favor for that nice old man, Morrison, she was neighbors with. Well, neighbors in the sense that she didn't really sleep in the inn, just in an abandoned building next to his cooper shop. It help saved money, you know? Plus, it wasn't like she was actually in danger. She didn't have any fancy items to steal, the Royal Guard prevented murder, and even if she was killed as an adventurer she would just come back. So ultimately the inn was just a luxury for a low level player like herself. So when Morrison, a person of the land, found out during one of their morning talks that she was a courier, a person who had superb powers of delivery and transportation, he asked her for a favor. He needed someone to take a delivery, a new barrel, down to a fishmonger named Kevin at the market so he could store his live fish.

Whiteeyes had been quite happy to oblige. After all, as a courier she had the natural ability to hone in on a target as long as she was in one hundred meters of them. Or at least she should, but the damn thing kept toggling off when she tried to turn it on. "Come on already, stay turned on!" she moaned. Admittedly she had never tried to toggle an ability in this world before, but this was ridiculous. She pawed at the interface again, tapping the Checkpoint icon. And once again it lit up for only a fraction of a second before turning dull again. She was so frustrated that, if she weren't a lady, she would scream! Ah well, at least she had accurate directions to his stall, so everything should still be fine. Right?

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[whiteeyes]

"What do you mean Kevin isn't here either?" As it turned out, this was in fact a bit of a problem. It seems that unlike a game, NPCs (no, People of the Land, don't be...racist I think) don't just stand around all day waiting for the PCs to deliver their quest items. They actually went about their day doing things, especially when their shop opens in the evenings after the fishermen bring in their catch for the day. While most shops, especially those run by the People of the Land, tended to close in the evenings, that was aparrently when fishmongers opened shop. This had the unfortunate side effect of directions to a fish stand being useless for finding the stands owner before the catch comes in. And so, with no clue how to actually toggle that stupid ability on, Whiteeyes had been reduced to asking people face to face for just where Kevin might be. "Are you telling me that I walked all the way across town, again, only to have just missed him, again? Clearly, there were some issues with this method. Not even just figuring in the strain of lugging a barel almost as large as you were all around Lonidinum for several hours. Today had evidently been a busy day for Kevin. Otherwise why else would he have stopped by a grocer, a tailor, a burger stand with flavor (why hadn't she picked chef, why), a bar, a news stand, and finally at an apothecary. Well, not 'finally' or else he'd still be here.

"I'm sorry kid, but you just missed him. Anyway, you shouldn't be lugging something so heavy at your age, you'll hurt yourself and won't grow up big." the old man at the counter advises. Unlike Morrison, who had a kindly twinkle in his eye and the warmth of a grandfather in his smile, the chemist was an old fart who looked like he should be yelling at you to get off his lawn. His advice didn't sound kindly at all, more like somebody giving a lecture to a moron. Needless to say, Whiteeyes was not taking this attitude sitting down.

"Excuse me, gow up? I am already fully grown thank you very much. I am not some child you can lecture." Seeing the bemused look on the apothecary's face, she continued "And my growth wasn't stunted! I am an Adventurer. We come into the world fully formed. I was never any shorter, and there is no chance of me ever being taller." She winces a little at that. Setting her height so low was something she had come to regret since coming here. Sure short fictional characters were cute, but being short was another matter all together. Asking for help getting things from the "not even that high" shelves would probably never get less emberrassing. It also didn't help that in the real world, he was often reaching for the top shelves for others. Being on the other end all the time was a bit of a disconnect.

"Oh an Adventurer are you?" There was a humorless tone to his voice, as though dealing with a kid that was playing make believe and wouldn't leave you alone. "Well, if you're looking for Kevin, after he picked up something for his toothache he said he'd be heading over to pick up the catch an open his stall."

Whiteeyes just stood there, numb. "So you're telling me after chasing him around all day, he's gone all the way back to where I started?" Letting out a frustrated, and unladylike, scream and heaveing the barrel above her head, she rushed out the door, fury giving her new strength and speed to get this stupid job done.

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