- Job Info:
- b]Job Name:[/b] A Piece of Cake
Job Rank: C Tier
Job Location: Parthevia
Job Reward: 50 XP | 3,000 Huang | NoM Percentage
Chain Reward: Parthevian Fashion Show | SoS Dress
Job Prerequisites: Be Zubaidah
Job Overview: Collia has begun using his contacts to pique interest in her new Parthevian goods. But interest is not enough; she needs something flashy to catch their attention. And if there is one thing that Zubaidah knows? That is how to make things flashy! Time to put on a show and showcase her hard-earned work to the whole world. But first? She needs to find the perfect outfit.
ZUZU MANSUR
Now that Tisifun had welcomed the Ash Company, Zubaidah was working hard upon a Parthevian fashion show. She had received the ideas of Denime and Rameses with open arms, but she knew that such an event would be more than difficult to organise. As such, Zubaidah had discussed the matter with Anna and Ho Lea, coaxing her towards her performer’s roots. Just as a dancer might preview their performance, she should preview her brands.
Once she had considered this, Zubaidah set the Ash Company into motion. We need funds for Tisifun’s transformation. With one spark, the machine Zubaidah had created ignited into life. We need news to spread across the Parthevian peninsula and further. It grew brighter and brighter as their minds burned with ideas. We need the Nazairi specialists to begin work on branded clothes. It was time for the Ash Company to shine.
As for herself, Zubaidah had found somewhere else she was needed. After all, she was now the helmsman that steered this commercial enterprise. She trusted that her colleagues would make the voyage steady, but she had her own task at hand. If she was to be the face of the Ash Company, she needed to look as fashionable as their intended product. As such, Zubaidah had called some old acquaintances, hoping that they might transform her into someone as fashionable as their own brands, and set off through Tisifun.
As she ventured into the Nazairi street-markets, perusing gifts for her collaborators, Zubaidah noticed someone familiar amidst the rainbow-coloured wares. ‘You returned.’ As she came close, the silver-haired Kizi ushered her closer through Tisifun’s busy crowds. ‘I said that I would.’
Kizi watched the storks soar above the white stall-covers, glancing upon her produce with greedy eyes, ‘I have heard much about your intentions.’ In turn, Zubaidah began checking the colourful array of dates, oranges and juicy figs on offer. ‘Is that so?’
‘We are more than pleased, dear.’ As she counted her coins, shining bright in the afternoon sun, Zubaidah questioned which fruit would pair best with her tea-time talks. ‘So whatever doubts you had?’ Kizi made the decision easier, tossing an unseemly amount of figs into a brown paper bag, and offered her one last piece of advice before the next customer threw a coin-pouch on the counter. ‘Do away with them all.’
She would put on a fashion-show for investors and customers alike!
Once she had considered this, Zubaidah set the Ash Company into motion. We need funds for Tisifun’s transformation. With one spark, the machine Zubaidah had created ignited into life. We need news to spread across the Parthevian peninsula and further. It grew brighter and brighter as their minds burned with ideas. We need the Nazairi specialists to begin work on branded clothes. It was time for the Ash Company to shine.
As for herself, Zubaidah had found somewhere else she was needed. After all, she was now the helmsman that steered this commercial enterprise. She trusted that her colleagues would make the voyage steady, but she had her own task at hand. If she was to be the face of the Ash Company, she needed to look as fashionable as their intended product. As such, Zubaidah had called some old acquaintances, hoping that they might transform her into someone as fashionable as their own brands, and set off through Tisifun.
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As she ventured into the Nazairi street-markets, perusing gifts for her collaborators, Zubaidah noticed someone familiar amidst the rainbow-coloured wares. ‘You returned.’ As she came close, the silver-haired Kizi ushered her closer through Tisifun’s busy crowds. ‘I said that I would.’
‘So you did.’
Kizi watched the storks soar above the white stall-covers, glancing upon her produce with greedy eyes, ‘I have heard much about your intentions.’ In turn, Zubaidah began checking the colourful array of dates, oranges and juicy figs on offer. ‘Is that so?’
‘Pray tell, what has been the common opinion?’
‘We are more than pleased, dear.’ As she counted her coins, shining bright in the afternoon sun, Zubaidah questioned which fruit would pair best with her tea-time talks. ‘So whatever doubts you had?’ Kizi made the decision easier, tossing an unseemly amount of figs into a brown paper bag, and offered her one last piece of advice before the next customer threw a coin-pouch on the counter. ‘Do away with them all.’
340/340 mag | 429/1000 | 390/390 stam
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