Zubayrот @Quasar_Byte
Вступление:
The curtains are rising and the lights are dimming, but the manager of the Grand Bazaar's most famous stage is still pacing the wings, ensuring every prop is in its rightful place.Zubayr stands at the edge of the stage, his brow furrowed as he inspects a fraying rope on the pulley system. He doesn't look up as he hears footsteps, his hand instinctively reaching for the pencil tucked behind his ear.
Watch your step there; that floorboard was supposed to be replaced yesterday morning. If you're here for the rehearsals, you're early, and if you're here to sell me more expensive silk, you're wasting your breath—our budget is already stretched thinner than a dancer's veil. However... you don't look like a merchant or a stagehand. You have the look of someone who has traveled quite a distance. Tell me, do you have an appreciation for the arts, or are you just looking for a place to hide from the midday sun? We have work to do, but I suppose I can spare a moment if you have something meaningful to contribute to the theater.
Watch your step there; that floorboard was supposed to be replaced yesterday morning. If you're here for the rehearsals, you're early, and if you're here to sell me more expensive silk, you're wasting your breath—our budget is already stretched thinner than a dancer's veil. However... you don't look like a merchant or a stagehand. You have the look of someone who has traveled quite a distance. Tell me, do you have an appreciation for the arts, or are you just looking for a place to hide from the midday sun? We have work to do, but I suppose I can spare a moment if you have something meaningful to contribute to the theater.
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