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It's during the beginning of a new cohort that Akalamdug finds himself working longest hours. While that means he ends up spending a little more time away from his kids than he'd like, it's worth it to help newcomers settle in to a job and thereby ease some of their worries about how they'll adjust to Baedal.

With the kettle on and a plate of biscuits at the ready, Akal opens the door to his office in the Valhalla Inn.

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"It is. I'm Akal, please, have a seat and some tea, if you'd like," he says with an earnest smile as he shuffles away some paperwork and his CiD.

The office isn't very large and it's fairly disorganized, but there are a few small pictures of his extended family and a pair of potted plants on the windowsill.

"Thus far, yes. Oh, thank you." He navigates the small office carefully, so as to not knock anything over with his tail. He does help himself to some tea, and turns the chair sideways before he sits.

"Akal, pleased to meet you. My name is Jysiri." He glances from the pictures, to the fellow, and cants his head. "Your family is here in the city with you, I hope?"

"They are. I'm third gen," he says with a bit of pride. There is a bit of social status attached to how long one's family has been in Baedal. "Are you settling in? I know it's a bit tough to be a xenian in town, but it's okay, I feel."

"Ah! That's good." He doesn't know anything about the social status, but it has to be a heck of a lot disorienting, that way.

He sips his tea. "I'm doing well enough, though to my knowledge, there aren't any other of my kind here. The humans I've spoken with have been polite."

Social stratification in Baedal can indeed be disorienting, especially from an outside perspective.

"There might be," Akal returns, betraying a streak of genuine optimism. "And I'm glad to hear you are getting on all right. So, Jysiri, what did you do before you came to our fair city?"

"Perhaps so." He frowns a little, in thought, but quickly perks up again.

"I am a jeweler. I have... limited examples of my work, at the moment, but, not counting my early education and apprenticeship, I have fifty-two years of experience." It isn't a lie, though he wishes he could elaborate on the time taken away from his art for the work for his order. He can't risk getting stuck in that situation, again. "I've run my own business," he says, in concession, "but have not been in the position to do so over all that time."

"Jewellery. A craftsman." Appreciative nodding. He has no reason to assume that anyone would be lying to him. Besides, it would hurt them more than him in the end. "We do have a guild for artisans, and a vibrant art community. Perhaps you would be interested in visiting Howl Barrow. Have you had you had the opportunity to look around the city yet?"

"I haven't yet been to the Howl Barrow, though I have explored, a little." He continues to smile. "And I'll be able to explore more, and speak with the guild. Presumably, they're the ones I need to show my work? How does the city handle placing craftsmen?"

"There's a few ways to go about it. First, you go meet with the guild, they they evaluate your work and technique, and if you're not so good, they get you a fair job," he says, ticking off the numbers on his fingers, "If you're pretty good and interested in doing better, they get you an apprenticeship, and if you're fine, then they help you find a mentor."

"There's not a lot of metal here. We don't have the space for mines and nearly everything needs to be brought in by the ExproAuth."

"I also have experience working with glass and clay," Jysiri says, matter-of-fact. "And with reused materials. There's not a shortage of metal, back home, but many objects come to us from elsewhere. I'm rather interested in making the best of limited materials."

He considers the information. "That makes good sense. I'd imagine that along with this mentoring -" He doesn't bother to think he'll be ranked any less than that. "- there's assistance with setting up shop, when the time is right. I think I'd be very glad to learn about what materials are available and what's fashionable, though in such a varied place... hm. Are there laws about magic?"

"Yes, I think you will do just fine," Akal agrees, he does like a newcomer with a bit of self-confidence. "Laws about magic? Well I am no legal consult, but the general rule as I understand it is to 'not muck it up', as they say. There shouldn't be a problem, but if you need specifics now or further down the line I am sure that can be arranged."

While he speaks he reaches into his desk to retrieve an envelope and a few cards that he sorts through until he finds the right one. "I will provide you with some papers and an address, and let the good guild people know to expect your visit whenever you are ready. Does that sound reasonable?"

He smiles, pleased and grateful all at once. "I'm sure they will be able to handle my further questions, and yes, that is quite reasonable. Thank you, very much, for your time and your help. I do have one more question, if it's all right." He cants his head and leans forward a little, watching the fellow sort through the paperwork. "The people in this city who handle new arrivals... they're not also responsible for bringing people here, are they? They're simply dealing with the occurrence?"

The smile is returned, all genuine and optimistic. Isn't it nice when things just work out? Yes it is. He tips his head in turn, quite happy to welcome any question. "No, they aren't responsible." The reply is faintly amused, not at Jysiri's expense but rather at the system such as it is. "Most of people who work at the arrival houses, the Inns, you will find, are first generation themselves."

Then that settles the last of his concerns. Jysiri nods, and thanks the fellow again. He'll follow up on the leads he's given, and, with a little luck, will fall into place soon enough with his new role in this new city.

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((sorry, that should have been 'heck of a lot less disorienting. Derp. Oh well...))

((o no worries))

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