“I need you to handle some of the promotion work for The Tavern,” Jéne E. said. “I trust you have read the details given to you?”
“Read them, stashed them up here.” Naga tapped the side of his head. “When do you want me to begin?”
“Soon enough.”
The Planeswalking Peddler gave a tour of The Tavern to the new arrival. This was the main dining hall, this was the observation deck, here we have the command cabin from where the planeswalking engine was controlled. The engineering section was behind those massive double doors, and the living quarters were here.
“If you need to know more about The Tavern to help you in your work, you know where to find me. If I’m not in my office, use this.”
And so Jéne E. passed a communication device to the temporary staff member. Naga pocketed the device without inspecting it, and asked if he could have dinner sent up to his room. The Peddler said he would make arrangements for that.
Inside his room, Naga did what he always did when got a fresh place to stay. First he searched the quarters for anything dangerous. Once done with the chore, he made sure to set up dangerous traps himself just in case anyone wanted to try anything funny while he slept. Nothing fancy happened that first night, allowing him to rest completely before facing tomorrow’s challenges.
Naga was up prior to dawn and drew up a battle plan for the promotion work he would perform. It was always tricky trying to market an unbelievable product like the Planeswalking Tavern to the new worlds that The Tavern visited, but he took the challenge by the horns and swore to overcome all adversity.
Without him knowing, Jéne E. was also up early, monitoring the life signs of the building as though it were a living creature. A staff member approached him and reported that a peculiar masked man was doing some peculiar paperwork in the bar, occupying two whole tables with his maps, diagrams, charts, and other materials. Jéne E. smiled and went down to offer his greeting.
“Hey. How’s the advertising coming along?”
Naga put down his stylus to say, “You know how when a chicken crosses the road, it panics whenever something big passes by and flaps its wings in a futile effort to scare off the vehicle?”
“So?”
“So I’m like that big vehicle, and this assignment is like the chicken. Once I figure out the cultural inclinations of the inhabitants of this world, this work should be a breeze.”
“So what you’re saying is, you want a paid tour of the world?”
“You’re a sharp one.”
Jéne E. the Peddler tapped his peddler chin and rubbed his peddler fingers together, then articulated his peddler mind into order to give a peddler answer, “Have some breakfast, then meet me at The Tavern entrance in an hour. It’s about time you had a little bit of an adventure.”
>End of story.
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