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[micelus]

Oh right, married with snake children.

You decide to head to the market, telling your secretary that you'll be out for the rest of the day. Madame Aisah, your eager successor, nods at you as you leave, breaking out her Acting-Senior Deputy Regional Public Relations Management Officer stamp with a countenance of particular delight.

As befitting your position, your office is on the ground floor of the office block and looks out at the internal courtyard. The scurrying of scribes and messengers are a constant here, with some clerks or other employees taking their breaks on the benches and stools that surround the central fountain. You've seen the sight a thousand-thousand times.

You head on out through the main entrance, passing by the guards, greeting and nodding as is customary. Seated around the outside of the block on their little folding stools are the legions of free-scribes who write all sorts of documents and letters for illiterate supplicants. You know many of them by name, and some are as old as you. You could have been one of them in your youth if good sense hadn't been rammed down your throat by a well-meaning teacher.

You carry on through the maze of alleys and passages towards the nearby market, darting through the crowds of people, animals, machinery and muck that clog up most of Costaba. Eventually you emerge on Gold Street, where the city's once plied their trade. Now, everyone trades here.

Food, slaves, contracts, books, weapons, supplies, spices, fabrics; even nightsoil from unicorns. They're all available because of Costaba's vast trade network that connects it to peoples and lands all across the world. Still, you've received more than your fair share of complaints about Gold Street, especially back when Custodian Hassan was in-charge some three decades back. Dark times, quite dark times.

You make a pretty decent living due to your position. You are Moderately Comfortable, which allows you to purchase most goods without troubling your coffers. Purchasing a few crates of swords or whale perfume from distant Bethowyn might pose a problem however.

What do you want to do? Looking to buy something or looking for information?

[Naturegirl1999]

Ijuatnround this game, why does the most recent post mention snake children? Are we part snake?

[micelus]

As for family, let's see...

Our first wife was named Maribel seeing as she was from Maribel, a small town largely composed of foreigners called Maril brought in for their fine carpentry, and what with the town having a bell and all the name sort of stuck. Ol' Maribel wasn't Maril though, her folks were a weaver and medicine man from down south a ways, though her father claimed distant ancestry from some feather-clad savage conqueror who supposedly sailed here centuries ago.

Anyway Maribel gave us four healthy children, two girls a boy and then another girl, before dying of malaise. Rather dull girl all things considered, but we were young and impetuous and the soothsayer was very precise in imploring us to find a weaver's daughter employed as a clerk. Coincidences and serendipity and all that.

Sa'adah is our eldest daughter, with pale green eyes. Like a snake, obviously. Had a healer check that out, said find a priest. Had a priest check that out, said find a sorceror. Had a sorceror check that out, said find his dark master and revel in the darkening of the world. That was enough of that, thank you sir. We'd have no unscheduled darkenings of anything in this house, of that we were quite certain. Otherwise a pretty regulation girl, married a banker, has six well educated snake eyed children. We still get invited to formal financial functions and blood cult revelries from time to time, usually politely decline. Wine was never to our taste when we did go.

Rasha is our second daughter, pale blue eyes, also like a snake. Got a second healer's opinion, which turned into a second priest's opinion, which turned into a second sorceror's opinion. Communing with a pale green fire we were informed of some nonsense or another, which turned into a first scholar's opinion. He eventually tracked it down to some kind of curse or cult plot under the town of Maribel, possibly confounding circumstances related to the wife of Maribel and her profession, ancestry, or proximity to a local bakery. He concluded it was likely not a health concern for your children or the town, so you filed a formal notice with the appropriate department as is your specialty. Rasha is otherwise a fairly regulation girl, married a pirate turned merchant-sometimes-pirate, went on some adventures, had three children, had an affair and a fourth child with a cobbler-turned-adventurer-turned-jester (long story), had a fifth and sixth child with a Taife's married warrior brother, and finally settled down to run an orphanage which later turned out to be an untaxed drug laundering scheme for the Taife. A lot of paperwork and fines later she got into horse breeding, horse racing, horse gambling, and breaking the legs of people who don't pay up. Also carpentry.

Mas'ud is our only son from that marriage. Light green eyes, oddly not like a snake. Not that it's odd to not have snake eyes, but his sisters always teased him about it. He wanted to be a clerk like us, until he saw us working. Then he decided to join up with the army, then wander around as an adventurer, then rejoin the army as an outrider. Married a foreign girl named Si, they have four children together and live a long ways off in some frontier outpost or border fort. Every now and then you get an animal fur or scrimshawed jawbone in the mail.

Zayna is our last daughter from that marriage. Pale blue snake eyes, very sweet girl though. Followed in our footsteps but ended up in the Office of Agriculture. Met her husband there, they have five children plus two orphaned nephews from her husband's brother, who died in an opium fire under rather muddled circumstances. You keep in relatively frequent contact with them, as your work occasionally overlaps and they live very nearby.

Anyway if you thought that was odd wait until you hear about our second wife(s).

This is why

[mightymushroom]

The position of Inspector is a more highly exalted rank than our current appointment by 2.334 grades.
We need to visit our tailor for new robes.
We need to visit our sandal weaver for new sandals.
We need to visit our hairpin carver for new hairpins.
We should probably also visit a feather plucker for a new pen set.

[Naturegirl1999]

As for family, let's see...

Our first wife was named Maribel seeing as she was from Maribel, a small town largely composed of foreigners called Maril brought in for their fine carpentry, and what with the town having a bell and all the name sort of stuck. Ol' Maribel wasn't Maril though, her folks were a weaver and medicine man from down south a ways, though her father claimed distant ancestry from some feather-clad savage conqueror who supposedly sailed here centuries ago.

Anyway Maribel gave us four healthy children, two girls a boy and then another girl, before dying of malaise. Rather dull girl all things considered, but we were young and impetuous and the soothsayer was very precise in imploring us to find a weaver's daughter employed as a clerk. Coincidences and serendipity and all that.

Sa'adah is our eldest daughter, with pale green eyes. Like a snake, obviously. Had a healer check that out, said find a priest. Had a priest check that out, said find a sorceror. Had a sorceror check that out, said find his dark master and revel in the darkening of the world. That was enough of that, thank you sir. We'd have no unscheduled darkenings of anything in this house, of that we were quite certain. Otherwise a pretty regulation girl, married a banker, has six well educated snake eyed children. We still get invited to formal financial functions and blood cult revelries from time to time, usually politely decline. Wine was never to our taste when we did go.

Rasha is our second daughter, pale blue eyes, also like a snake. Got a second healer's opinion, which turned into a second priest's opinion, which turned into a second sorceror's opinion. Communing with a pale green fire we were informed of some nonsense or another, which turned into a first scholar's opinion. He eventually tracked it down to some kind of curse or cult plot under the town of Maribel, possibly confounding circumstances related to the wife of Maribel and her profession, ancestry, or proximity to a local bakery. He concluded it was likely not a health concern for your children or the town, so you filed a formal notice with the appropriate department as is your specialty. Rasha is otherwise a fairly regulation girl, married a pirate turned merchant-sometimes-pirate, went on some adventures, had three children, had an affair and a fourth child with a cobbler-turned-adventurer-turned-jester (long story), had a fifth and sixth child with a Taife's married warrior brother, and finally settled down to run an orphanage which later turned out to be an untaxed drug laundering scheme for the Taife. A lot of paperwork and fines later she got into horse breeding, horse racing, horse gambling, and breaking the legs of people who don't pay up. Also carpentry.

Mas'ud is our only son from that marriage. Light green eyes, oddly not like a snake. Not that it's odd to not have snake eyes, but his sisters always teased him about it. He wanted to be a clerk like us, until he saw us working. Then he decided to join up with the army, then wander around as an adventurer, then rejoin the army as an outrider. Married a foreign girl named Si, they have four children together and live a long ways off in some frontier outpost or border fort. Every now and then you get an animal fur or scrimshawed jawbone in the mail.

Zayna is our last daughter from that marriage. Pale blue snake eyes, very sweet girl though. Followed in our footsteps but ended up in the Office of Agriculture. Met her husband there, they have five children plus two orphaned nephews from her husband's brother, who died in an opium fire under rather muddled circumstances. You keep in relatively frequent contact with them, as your work occasionally overlaps and they live very nearby.

Anyway if you thought that was odd wait until you hear about our second wife(s).

This is why

Thanks, so they have snake eyes, not that they are snakes.

Not sure what to do,
Look for information about whichever town our building is in

[IronyOwl]

The position of Inspector is a more highly exalted rank than our current appointment by 2.334 grades.
We need to visit our tailor for new robes.
We need to visit our sandal weaver for new sandals.
We need to visit our hairpin carver for new hairpins.
We should probably also visit a feather plucker for a new pen set.

I was gonna suggest looking for a good (by which I mean miserably cheap) slave, but this is a better idea!

[mightymushroom]

A slave is not a bad idea either. At our age we probably aren't going to do our own breaking into offices looking for the second (or third) set of accounts. We could use someone dependable with a certain set of skills.

[Kilojoule Proton]

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