The reborn cultivator had never liked standing in lines with people she didn't know. There was always someone up to mischief in them… and as fitting of a self-diagnosed hypocrite - she didn't quite like it when that someone wasn't her.
Elua turned from her idle study of the spirits of the people within the queue when she sensed someone familiar approaching. The place they stood in had barely moved in all the time the woman was away.
"My lady."
The personal servant greeted the heiress once she had returned from her task. She carried a wrapped bundle that steamed slightly in the morning air. The brunette's eyes lit up at the familiar scent of spiced meat wrapped in flatbread.
She had secretly hoped the servant would think of her favorite vendor nearby. They had visited it enough on trips back from the Youth Guild in the past. She smiled up at her husband-wife standing in position stoically behind her.
Waiting in line really is terrible and it really does help if someone you know is suffering through it with you.
Merchants and bureaucracy go hand in hand, so of course I made the Guild that supports them (and controls them) into a tax office style set up.
If this was more sci-fi, I'd be picturing Futurama and their Central Bureaucracy. With less humor of course. Maybe...
Merchant contact gonna get it~ I wonder if this is like a family friend giving a kid who has claimed to want to be in the medical field when he grows up... well, a set of surgical tools.
I mean, you'd usually go for the stethoscope or a sphygmomanometer, right? Or just some anatomical reference books...