"My friend's looking for a place, I've got a job lined up. I'll probably save the clothes shopping till I've got some idea what's in style here. Why, got a tailor to recommend?"

"Not particularly. It's just that what you have on now is - well. Not really suited for city life, let's go with that. A few people said there was a suspicious character here, which isn't really fair to you, but I don't control their expectations."

"Oh! Thanks. I don't know what people think of as... presentable, here, yet, do you think if I ask someone who sells nice clothes to recommend something I'll end up regretting doing it that way?"

"Not every store, no. But I know someone who you can ask that and won't regret it."

"Oh, that'd be convenient! Who?"

"My sister, Vias. The store is over on Rope on Level Four - I'll write down the address so you can find her later."

(Nick can be seen, walking down the street and noticing the police officer and - his face shifts slightly and now he's walking slightly faster, though still seeming relaxed.)

Aha, good to know this is something to worry about. Valanda keeps smiling, though. "Thanks! Will she have her open hours posted there, in case I show up and she's closed?"

"She doesn't own the store, just works there, and it'll have hours posted there. Here." He writes down the address.

Nick arrives, making sure to approach from somewhere the officer can see him, looking oh so casually confident. "Hello, officer. Hello, Valanda. I found two apartments next to each other, available immediately."

"Looks like your friend is here. I'll be off. Behave yourselves, and good luck in our city!" The officer goes off. Nick relaxes fractionally, nearly invisibly.

"Nice meeting you, thanks for everything! - Oh, good, how far are they from here?"

"Fifteen minutes walking. It's in a slightly cheaper part of town. I need to go back to the ship for a bit, but then we can head over there with a pile of coins and get set up. I'm not sure how good the soundproofing is but it seemed like a fairly nice place, hopefully it'll be good."

"It might be a good idea if I don't have to wait out in public again. I did get a recommendation for a tailor, though. ...Actually I'm not sure if it was a recommendation or an order and I probably don't want to find out."

"It was probably a recommendation. What exactly did he say?"

"That what I've got isn't suited to city life and some people thought I looked like a suspicious character and he thought that wasn't fair to me. And he wanted to know if I needed help getting away from anyone who was threatening me. So I asked if he could recommend a tailor I wouldn't regret trusting, since I don't know this place much yet. And he did."

"Oh, good. Nice guy. No, I don't think that's an order. But I do think it's a good idea."

"Thanks. Yeah, I'm planning on getting something. Maybe I should go there while you unload, but then I'll have to walk there like this. And I don't really have money in convenient denominations."

Nick hands him a small stack of copper and - glass? Some kind of shiny glass - coins. "This should be good for two or three outfits. I'll subtract it from your share of the other stuff. These ones are starglass, less valuable than copper. Maybe about a quarter as valuable by weight? Go ahead and go buy some new clothes if you want - you have to walk around like that to get to the ship and back anyway. And want to meet here again, or you think you could find your way to the apartments I found with the address?"

"That works, thanks. I might be able to find the apartments but I know I can find this place, will it be much more trouble for you to meet here?"

"Nah, that works. And we can have a nice dinner too, there's lots of good restaurants around."

"Sounds good! When do you think you'll be back here?"

"Let's say another two, maybe three hours? You can talk to the police if you run into any trouble, aside from that one guy none of them have seemed particularly untrustworthy to me. That's a problem sometimes, thankfully not here - oh, and I do think we've found our city, if that wasn't clear. They're not ideal but they could be a lot worse."

"I like this place. - Oh, will it be a problem if I take this with me there?" He lifts his bag of stuff.

"Not a prohibitive one but I could also just take it to the apartments... Supplies, I'm assuming?"

"Yeah. That'd be really helpful, thanks. You might want to look through it yourself, see if there's anything in there that's worth more to you as-is."

"There probably isn't. We're going to need more than this for serious work - but that can wait for tomorrow. See you later. Again."

He turns to go.

He goes looking for the tailor.