Sitting down all day gave Moses the opportunity to inspect some of the things which he had recently bought and had not had the chance to get a proper look at. He wore his strange, brass eye mask with the numerous lenses of different strengths, and stared intently at vases and paintings, looking for cracks or imperfections. By contrast, Noah did very little. No work was coming for him, and he was starting to get a little depressed. He had hoped that his reputation would follow him into this new city, but it seemed instead that he was going to have to advertise. He asked Moses which newspapers had the most influence in the area, and made a note of them. Moses found him the addresses from his address book (without explaining why he had them in there), and Noah wrote them down. There were three. It was going to cost him quite a bit of money, but he needed it if he was going to have any hope of getting some work.
"I'm going now, Moses - are you going to be alright on your own?"
"Yes, yes, I'll be fine. Now you go and put some adverts in newspapers. You'll have to stop by the bank beforehand."
"Yes, I know that Moses."
"Goodbye then."
"Bye." Noah did not wish to order a taxi, which would mean spending more money, so instead he decided to walk. He walked to the bank first, although it was at least twenty minutes away. When he got there, he drew out over a hundred lyssos, because he knew it was going to cost him. He had with him the template of the ad that he had successfully used in several different cities and towns across the country. It would work just fine for this one, as he had adjusted the contact details to those that he now used.
Overall, he was grateful to be able to wander around the city, unhindered by his new flatmate or anyone else. Each newspaper printing house smelled like stacks of hot paper, and the fingers of the people who worked there were black with ink. He only had a few lyssos remaining when he had finished paying, probably not even enough to buy a lunch in the city, so he decided it would be best just to return home. Besides, he had been out for more than an hour, and Moses would be starting to get cranky being left on his own.
"I'm going now, Moses - are you going to be alright on your own?"
"Yes, yes, I'll be fine. Now you go and put some adverts in newspapers. You'll have to stop by the bank beforehand."
"Yes, I know that Moses."
"Goodbye then."
"Bye." Noah did not wish to order a taxi, which would mean spending more money, so instead he decided to walk. He walked to the bank first, although it was at least twenty minutes away. When he got there, he drew out over a hundred lyssos, because he knew it was going to cost him. He had with him the template of the ad that he had successfully used in several different cities and towns across the country. It would work just fine for this one, as he had adjusted the contact details to those that he now used.
Overall, he was grateful to be able to wander around the city, unhindered by his new flatmate or anyone else. Each newspaper printing house smelled like stacks of hot paper, and the fingers of the people who worked there were black with ink. He only had a few lyssos remaining when he had finished paying, probably not even enough to buy a lunch in the city, so he decided it would be best just to return home. Besides, he had been out for more than an hour, and Moses would be starting to get cranky being left on his own.