Chapter 13: Stones, Stew, and Sarcasm ( 13 )
The officer handed me a slip of paper with scribbled notes. "Hmm... it's hard to get work that pays well with a temporary ID," he muttered, shuffling through documents. "But here's a list of jobs you can do."
I leaned over the counter to glance at the options. "Wall repairman. You'll work to repair sections of the town walls. It's labor-intensive, but I can vouch for you to the chief worker. Take this note to him."
He handed me the paper, and I squinted at the messy handwriting. "The pay is decent," he added, "enough to cover food and maybe save up for that adventurer registration."
I sighed and took the slip. "Well, it's not like I have a choice. Thanks, man."
"Yeah, yeah," he waved dismissively. "Just don't screw it up. The chief's not the type to deal with slackers."
With that, I stepped outside, note in hand, ready to find the chief worker. My stomach growled loudly, reminding me of my top priority: food. "Guess I'm about to get my hands dirty. Let's hope this pays off..."
I walked around, scanning the bustling streets for anyone who might point me in the right direction. After a few moments, I spotted a passerby leaning against a nearby wall. "Excuse me!" I called out, approaching him. "Do you know where I can find the wall repair site?"
He eyed me for a moment, then nodded and pointed down the street. "Keep going straight; it's past the fountain. You can't miss it."
"Thanks!" I replied, offering a nod before hurrying off in the direction he indicated.
After a few minutes of walking, I finally reached the site. It was a chaotic scene, with piles of stones and a few workers busy repairing the wall. A big, bulky man with a thick beard stood nearby, supervising the activity.
"What do you want?" he barked, crossing his arms.