Small Business Preparations
The evening after her party, Eirwen was ready to leave. She had a completely new wardrobe, some of which had been gifted by her family members. She looked polished and professional, the picture of elegance... exactly the image she wanted to portray.
Rose was surprised and a little disappointed to hear that her daughter was moving out so quickly, but expressed her support anyway. Eirwen clearly knew what her plan was, and Rose wasn't about to stand in the way of her dreams.
"You'll always have a place here if you need it, and you'll have to make sure to come home and visit."
Eirwen's new home in Iverstad was quickly furnished exactly to her tastes, with support of her parents and family members. Her plans for her business were solidified with the registration of Walter's Fine Nectars, which she plans to run as a daytime pub and nectar shop.
At night, she'll live her life of crime. And when would she sleep-?
Cute question. As if she was planning on wasting time on something like sleep when there were plenty of ways to work around that particular need.
Eirwen's new apartment perfectly matched her dark tastes, and even had room to grow a family eventually.
When she was ready for that, anyway. For now, the wedding dress her mother gave her went away into a box in the closet. Apparently it belonged to her grandmother Eleanor, once upon a time. She would have to try it on another day.
For now, there was work to be done. She'd brought some nectars she had made at home that were aging nicely, but there wasn't nearly enough to fill the shelves, and she had to be fully stocked for opening day. It would take hours to complete everything, and her first shift as a Ringleader was Friday night.
There was a little bit of time to spare, though. Eirwen's new home came with a unique pet- a Ravenwood crow! She named him Loudspeaker, because he was always making himself heard as loudly as possible.
Eirwen had only had this corvid for a day and if anything happened to him, she would burn down Nordhaven.
Eirwen headed off to work that night in disguise, as the job mandated. She slipped out the backdoor into the night as everyone was drifting off to sleep, off to an exciting night of crime.
She did spectacularly well- so much so that she was promoted that very night.
And once she got home, she continued working on the nectars for her business. She wasn't even the slightest bit tired, somehow- as if fueled by her own ambitions.
It would take another day or two before everything was ready for opening day, but she was pretty darn close. Two shelves were filled and she had some spare bottles aging in the backroom, and she was ready for a little break.
After dodging the welcome wagon in the daylight hours, Eirwen slipped out to walk along the canal after the sun had set. It was peacefully moody this time of night, no noise except the water lapping against the stone retaining walls and the faint whistle of a train in the distance.
While she was exploring the canal, Eirwen fished up something odd- a pink bike frame. And it seemed to be in relatively decent shape... who would throw out a perfectly good bike, and in the canal no less? People were disgusting.
Eirwen decided to take the bike frame home. Maybe she'd find a use for it.
When she got back to her apartment, Eirwen decided to settle in for the rest of the night with a cup of tea. There would be plenty of time for more work tomorrow, now it was time to rest and relax.
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