The sky?s the limit if you have a roof over your head.
-Sol Hurok, On his philosophy as a producer
?Excuse me,? Jolyon stopped a passerby on the street, ?do you know of a workshop owned by a man named Ethan Kaiser??
The grizzled old man rubbed at a jaw that held stubble of days unshaven. ?Well, can?t say as to the name of it, but there?s a new shop down aways to the right. Don?t think it is open, though.?
?Thank you,? Jolyon replied a bit distracted by that information. The old man bobbed his head and went on his way as Jolyon stood thinking on that. If it was not open, it might not be the right one. He was, however, sure he was in the right area of town, and so best he took a look at the workshop the man indicated not to miss it.
It was a cold, snowy sort of day. As he went on down the street, keeping his eyes out for the shop, his mind was on the threat this snow did to the vines. Hamish kept telling him the vines were used to the weather of Rhydin, but by all the marks of Markland, it was nearing to spring and still the freeze was on the poor vines. He?d have to take careful care of them, or the bottles found in the cellar would be the last of his income for some time. Care with his expenditures, too, but repairing the roof of his house really was a priority, particularly in light of the morning?s adventures of a leak forming right above his bed. The crisp drip, drip of icey water was an undesired wake up call. Bed moved out from beneath the watery assult, he had faced the day and thought it was his good luck he was meeting with someone that might resolve that issue.
Also in his favor, and certainly brightening his spirits, was the progressing artwork for the labels and now the possible mural in the tasting room. He could not keep from smiling in the memory of watching the artist, Juliane, craft the sketches. Not an artist himself, except in the bare minimums to sketch out findings on the grid of an excavation, he certainly thought of himself as a patron of the arts. The special gifts of such talented people held a unique appeal to him. ?Doesn?t hurt that she?s attractive, too,? he muttered to himself. ?Both of them.? Katarina was a dancer, and he wondered if members of the Smith family were just born to be good looking and talented. Between the two ladies, he had felt rather like tarnish upon a golden halo. That thought brought a laugh, and he shook his head to get himself back into the purpose of his trip.
Looking over the edifices of neighbor buildings, he stopped at the one that looked most promising. The old man was right. The place did not look open. It was a decent size building, and from what he could see, it was on its verge of opening. That held promise of possibility. In his favor as well there was some noise around the back. Being the curious sort out of a lifetime of digging around for information and clues, he started around that way with caution. As he went he called out to give fair warning, ?Hello there? I?m looking for Ethan Kaiser to talk about repairing a roof??
-Sol Hurok, On his philosophy as a producer
?Excuse me,? Jolyon stopped a passerby on the street, ?do you know of a workshop owned by a man named Ethan Kaiser??
The grizzled old man rubbed at a jaw that held stubble of days unshaven. ?Well, can?t say as to the name of it, but there?s a new shop down aways to the right. Don?t think it is open, though.?
?Thank you,? Jolyon replied a bit distracted by that information. The old man bobbed his head and went on his way as Jolyon stood thinking on that. If it was not open, it might not be the right one. He was, however, sure he was in the right area of town, and so best he took a look at the workshop the man indicated not to miss it.
It was a cold, snowy sort of day. As he went on down the street, keeping his eyes out for the shop, his mind was on the threat this snow did to the vines. Hamish kept telling him the vines were used to the weather of Rhydin, but by all the marks of Markland, it was nearing to spring and still the freeze was on the poor vines. He?d have to take careful care of them, or the bottles found in the cellar would be the last of his income for some time. Care with his expenditures, too, but repairing the roof of his house really was a priority, particularly in light of the morning?s adventures of a leak forming right above his bed. The crisp drip, drip of icey water was an undesired wake up call. Bed moved out from beneath the watery assult, he had faced the day and thought it was his good luck he was meeting with someone that might resolve that issue.
Also in his favor, and certainly brightening his spirits, was the progressing artwork for the labels and now the possible mural in the tasting room. He could not keep from smiling in the memory of watching the artist, Juliane, craft the sketches. Not an artist himself, except in the bare minimums to sketch out findings on the grid of an excavation, he certainly thought of himself as a patron of the arts. The special gifts of such talented people held a unique appeal to him. ?Doesn?t hurt that she?s attractive, too,? he muttered to himself. ?Both of them.? Katarina was a dancer, and he wondered if members of the Smith family were just born to be good looking and talented. Between the two ladies, he had felt rather like tarnish upon a golden halo. That thought brought a laugh, and he shook his head to get himself back into the purpose of his trip.
Looking over the edifices of neighbor buildings, he stopped at the one that looked most promising. The old man was right. The place did not look open. It was a decent size building, and from what he could see, it was on its verge of opening. That held promise of possibility. In his favor as well there was some noise around the back. Being the curious sort out of a lifetime of digging around for information and clues, he started around that way with caution. As he went he called out to give fair warning, ?Hello there? I?m looking for Ethan Kaiser to talk about repairing a roof??