- And lets out a surprised yelp at the nonsensical cacophony.
"What in the blue hells is this place?" No answer is immediately apparent, so she climbs to the top of the ravine, carefully avoiding the various inexplicable things in the area. The snake-goat hybrid was particularly grotesque.
The top of the ravine has a road. She tries to fly, but can't. Again, very strange. This is a pretty nice road, physically, but magically it's completely undeveloped. She walks towards the city, peeking at the stream once in a while only to see fog, and seeking an explanation.
So she stashes the bag in her backpack and goes back to that food-seller's stall to buy a filling meal. Food is important, you can't think on an empty stomach. "I have seo now," she reports, holding out a gold coin. "Do you have enough change for a gold if I buy something?"
She comes back and tries to locate one of the more alert slaves.
"Yes. I can't fly without preparing ground for it, but I can hover, and heat things, and make light. Now - I have no memories of Tayane. Suppose I am philosophically opposed to slavery, and I have strange magic from an embroidery that can do a wide variety of physical effects with effort and preparation time. How would I go about ending it, or at least making the conditions less terrible?"
"I have more than enough to get you out of here for now and have plenty of time to experiment with tattoo removal. I'll buy you and not actually order you to do anything, and you won't have to risk going somewhere else, if you consent to be my experimental subject for tattoo-removal once I think I can safely do it."
"Oh! Your name is on the papers, but I haven't told you mine yet. You can call me Steel."
It's in Esevi, musings on how skin and ink work and how to separate the two things. It also talks about magic, but not much of that part makes any sense.
"Sure, why not. Flying leathers probably aren't a good long-term outfit when I can't fly any significant distance. Light colors and good coverage, please. Say, are there libraries around here? Doctors? I'll want to visit at least one of the two before deciding how to remove tattoos. Oh, and get a nice big pot if you don't mind."
She stops cold and turns around when she sees the assistant coming after. If the assistant tries to touch her, he'll get a telekinetic shove. "I'm sorry. My emotions got the better of me. Would 5 seo convince you to drop this?"
Eventually she sets back for Sunset Row, getting into her room by magicking the lock.
Aya is back an hour later with a pot, some fruit, some flour and potatoes and nuts and eggs and cheese, and two outfits - she had to eyeball Steel's size, but she gets a long-sleeved pale green blouse and white linen pants, and Aya's in a fawn-colored dress. Steel also gets a pair of shoes. And some change.
Steel is still upset. "The state of medical care in this place is deplorable. I probably know twice as much about the body as that butcher. I've decided how to make money, I can open a surgery. Or maybe synthesize aspirin, an actually not-addictive painkiller. You have the right plants here, and I saw everything I need earlier. Ugh."
"I probably saved their patient's life. He was going to die, he was losing losing way too much blood, so I didn't see the harm in trying. Don't know if it worked, though, they chased me out and I had to bribe the assistant to get away without calling any more attention than I already did. Who wants adventure, anyway? Adventures are unpleasant. At least you don't look like you had one."
Then, "So the outer layer of skin is mostly dead. That's why you can take little scrapes and rub on things without being hurt. Tattoos go a little deeper, they bind to the fat under that outer layer. If they were just on the outer layer, they'd disappear in a month or two. The way we remove tattoos is using magic to convince the ink and only the ink, not your blood or anything else, to move back into the upper layer, and then it will fade by itself, or you can scrape yourself to remove it."
"Yes it is. I can convince the ink to move around your body because your body moves things around it by itself, like blood and food. Pulling it out of your body after it's had time to settle in would be like trying to separate the salt from a cooked loaf of bread. I can get it to the very edge of skin, though, so that a good bath will get rid of it."
The pattern changes, and instead a single inch-wide streak of hair is glowing softly along its entire length. It fizzes out after a moment. "Huh, that's tricky."
"I was imagining personally telling a few of them that their tattoo will wash off two full moons from now. Having Aelare herself appear before them would help the rumors. Oh, I'll have to be physically present near everyone I do this to. It would be best if lots of them would step in the same physical space, such as a lunch-line or something."
She makes a face. "Ugh, brothels. I should have expected that. But the problem is you'll need to put your ankle in about a six-inch wide 'tattoo-removing tool' I can make in the fabric of the world. Making a new one for every slave, even one that only needs to last a few moments, would be extremely tiring and limit the number of them I can do to something like a eighty a day."
After about twenty seconds. "This isn't supposed to hurt, but I'm starting now."
It doesn't feel like anything at all. After about three minutes, "Try picking at some of the skin. If even a little ink comes off onto your finger, it worked."
"Good for you. Thanks for being a willing test subject. Are you gonna stay here? I like your attitude, you know the area and you're in on my plan. I'll pay you - let's say 7 seo per five days, if my guess is right that's about average, and you'll get room and board and food from my funds."
"That's already about one and a half times the stipend the civil service gets. I was an administrator there. But if you continue to be disproportionately useful a raise is not out of the question. It kind of burns that your full price was less than half a year's wage, though."
"Well. After you wash off the tattoo, I'll give you your first week's pay and your next assignment. It'll be another shopping run. The ingredients I need to make aspirin, I really want some, such a frustrating day gave me a headache. And I want to refine and maybe practice the tattoo-removing process a bit before applying it to anyone else. Invest effort now to save effort later. Do you think you can find anyone who's free but still has their tattoo? And can be trusted to reasonable levels of secrecy?"
"Impersonal judgment will have to do. Tell whoever you find I'll pay 15 seo for them being a test subject for a few minutes. I'll give you that 15 too, if you like. If you can, find someone who intends to leave town. I don't think vague rumors of two former slaves' tattoos disappearing in two different cities will make much splash. But I want to test the quickened process on a willing target."
Here is a long list of different plants, each with a minimum weight and notes on its condition - like '4 lbs unripe blackberries,' ' 2 lbs willow bark less than one week old.'
The other two chemical items on the shopping list are kerosene and lye, and then she wants some glazed ceramic or glass bowls and mixing implements. She wrote down rough ratios, and wants rather a lot of the plants and kerosene compared to the lye.
"About how much will all this cost?"
"Finding them growing would be good. The problem is the important ingredient in them decays very quickly once they're no longer attached to a live plant. I'll be working on the magical tools I need to process it. If it looks like the plants will take a while, it'd probably be best to bring the other stuff back here first and then keep looking. Please write down how much you spend on what. Here's 30 seo."
The next morning, Steel tells her, "I've made a miscalculation. I was basing your pay off the schedule of work I'm used to back home, which is six hours a day, four days out of every five. I'm going to want more work from you to get the Aelare's blessing done, and of course more work means more pay. 14 seo a week for eight or more hours of work per day, every day. Is this acceptable?"
"People will probably still try it, and then you can build on that. You're obviously functionally embroidered, and it would be - hardly impossible, but a little less likely, for you to come out with both useful magical powers and detailed knowledge of how to manufacture poisons that you're under the impression are useful medicine."
"If I give out the first few doses for free, that would probably help. The chief advantage of aspirin as a painkiller is that it is nowhere near as addictive as opium. It's weaker, but it's also easy to make. And if you keep to reasonable doses the only negative side-effect is stomach pain and a tendency for wounds to take longer to close if you take too much."
"I hope so too. Oh, I should mention, some people react differently to some drugs. A very few people will have bad side-effects from it, but nothing lethal probably. And once they know that they can't take aspirin without it making them sick, they can just avoid it. At any rate, how goes the shopping?"
The main market area is pretty crowded, but there are a few empty in side streets (and one that says SOON: GLASSWORKS and is probably not really available). The question is, does she want to optimize for passerby foot traffic or probable rent or noncompetitive neighbors in unrelated industries like pie and flutes?
And she goes and similarly asks about the price of the other storefront on offer, expecting it to be higher.
And she goes back to Sunrise row to and ferries the medicine-things she already has over to the new storefront, leaving a note with the news and an address for Aya.
Then she has a look around hoping to find someplace she can buy wood and paint and iron, wood and paint to make signs and iron to reshape into tools.
(By now it's almost noon)
"Then I'll go ask at the bank. And haul in some lumber and paint while I'm at it. And here's a new shopping list, nothing so difficult as fresh blackberries this time. I want more than one medicine. I think I can make an allergy suppressant, a cough soother, some ketamine, multivitamins, disinfectant cream for wounds, that'll save a few lives if anyone actually uses it. Rash cream. I could make saccharine, which is a fake sugar that tastes ridiculously sweet, but that's not very useful compared to medicine. And I'm not forgetting about Aelare, I'm just waiting for a consenting test subject for version two."
And then she goes to the nearest bank and explains that she was magicked and lost all knowledge of the proper tax procedures for personal property and shopkeepers, and would like them explained if it's not too much trouble.
Presuming the price is at least slightly reasonable, she buys a fair amount of wood and half a dozen medium-size wax-sealed pots of paint in various colors, which go in her backpack. The weight is enough to slow her gait to a walk, but not quite enough to require a wagon.
A third lists her new, foreign medicines, with a smallish note at the bottom reporting Made with knowledge gained by embroidery - the embroidery has been nothing but helpful so these are believed to be safe - I use them myself and have suffered no ill effects.
Finally, a very loud sign declaring Opening special! A dose of your remedy of choice 100% FREE for our first three days! Limit two pills per person.
"Excellent, now I can actually make my stock. I'll be using magic to do it, but would you like to watch anyway?"
She does some things to various herbs and chemicals and powders, occasionally looking at various notes. The stuff floats around and mixes and separates and changes colors and fizzes and produces strange smells, mostly not bothering to explain what she's doing unless questioned. Kerosene and lye and sugar feature prominently, but almost everything from the list is used at least once. The results are separated into glass jars and sealed and labelled with strange names like propyl ester.
"Now those will help me make my new medicines. But I'll do that later - for now, I can figure out what part of these herbal remedies actually helps the body, and then I can pull it out and concentrate it. Some of them I already know, they're the ones I asked you to get. The rest, I'll have to experiment on a rat or something to figure them out."
She starts processing an herb called feverfew. Eventually all that's left of the plant is a white powder. This white powder gets carefully measured into half of what looks like a miniature hard candy. These candy halves are sealed up and dipped in a coloring - presumably to help tell what's in them. The process repeats with other herbs.
All this takes a while, but Steel doesn't seem to get tired or bored of it.
The next morning she puts out her colorful, artful signs and opens up shop. They're not ridiculously gaudy, but they're bright and distinctive enough that she won't be completely lost between the other stores, and the word FREE is displayed very prominently.
Upon seeing Aya, "I'll be here all day. I don't know what to send you shopping for until I see what sells well, so could you please spend the day trying to track down someone who'd like their tattoo removed?"
There are then a few curious visitors, a few people with desperately sick relatives who are willing to try dangerous mixtures by an embroidered pharmacist, and one fellow with a headache and a remarkably high risk tolerance.
She comes back in the early afternoon with a man a little older than herself who looks twitchy.
She also pushes a jar of antiseptic on each of them, claiming that rinsing their hands and any wounds they might have after touching a sick person will help prevent the disease from spreading. She actually loses money, but hopefully it'll save some lives and she'll start getting a reputation. The fellow with a headache gets some aspirin and a warning not to take more than four of them within eight hours, and to stop taking them immediately if they give him a stomachache (which is possible but very unlikely, she insists).
And when Aya comes back, Steel invites the twitchy man inside and carefully explains to him how she will remove his tattoo, the same way she did for Aya. "Do you want me to do this?"
The ink does flake off if he rubs it.
"Congratulations. I'd like to ask you to keep covering your ankle and tell no one of this, at least for now. Aelare's blessing would be revoked if anybody important realizes this is possible. But if you know anyone else who is manumitted and would like the same done for them, you can tell them to come to my shop and ask for a white pill. I'll know what they mean."
"I think proper sanitation would help prevent disease a whole lot better than medicine, honestly. A public clean water supply, a better sewer system, getting people to wash more frequently. That would require the cooperation of a whole lot of people with no reason to listen to me, though."
She hands over a thick notebook, full of lots of detailed information. "Just read the first fifteen pages for now, the rest of it's meant for reference."
The questions are mostly memorized facts. What does this pill do, what color are the feverfew pills, how many aspirin should one take and how often, and so on.
Steel eats breakfast, gives her the shop key, wishes her luck, and tries to locate the families she gave medicine to the other day and see how they're doing. If she can't figure out where they live, she'll go to the slave market and pretend to be considering the offerings, instead.
She walks around the market, pretending to consider various people at no clear pattern and applying her tattoo-removing technique to them. Hopefully the proprietor won't kick her out for loitering before she gets a majority of them. It might help that she gave him a significant amount of money to free Aya, a few days ago.
When Aya comes back later in the day, she waits across the street for half an hour and counts how many people go in compared to how many pass by. Looking at the numbers at the end of the day, does it seem like people are just more likely to come in when Aya's at the storefront?
Does the shop's reputation seem to be improving after a week of this? Any loyal customers who keep coming back?
Aspirin in particular with its obvious and frequently useful effect is popular. One lady is hooked on the allergy suppressant, and a small family who seem to be primarily motivated by spite against their previous herbseller-of-choice come back with a list of things they want her to stock or come up with replacements for.
Over the course of that week Steel slowly increases the prices from 'at cost,' to 'just a bit cheaper than most other herbsellers,' makes an assembly line for production of aspirin, and looks into mixing up a stronger painkiller or even an anesthetic. She advises the allergy-suppressant lady that taking more than two per day will hurt her throat. She manages to stock or replace all but one of the spiteful family's list of things.
Then she makes a big batch of everything that's been selling well and pays Aya two weeks' wages in advance, telling her that she'll be visiting the markets in some of those other cities and if anyone wants white pills, they should come back in a couple of weeks.
And is back a little over two weeks later. The full moon is only days away, now.
"I hope my medicine and antiseptic is saving people, too. This place is a bit terrible compared to what I'm used to. But at least I can be useful. I should research ways to produce medicine that don't rely on magic, let the good spread around - I know most of the principles of transmutation, it should be possible."
"Well, I call it transmutation. But it's really more like - manipulating the physical properties of things. If you mix two things and heat them up just right by magic, it's transmutation. And if you do it with your hands, it's still transmutation, just without magic being involved. I can try to teach you during slow hours, sure."
She starts by explaining that the entire world is made up of extremely tiny indivisible particles of stuff, arranged and connected exceedingly complex ways. Sugar, for example, is made pieces of one thing and another and a third all arranged in a ring. Living things are some of the most complicated of all, and they're not fully understood by a long shot.
These explanations could take a while.
She readily admits that her memories are not all that clear, that she studied her magic first of all and the physical world second, but her knowledge is enough to be getting on with. Soon, though, it's bedtime.
And she goes upstairs and pays this month's rent on the storefront and goes to four greengrocers and tells them she'll pay for live rodents and (still avoiding that one guy) asks a couple of surgeons if they've heard of aspirin and if so might they like something stronger for their patients?
The grocers, with varying amounts of enthusiasm, all agree to bring her rodents (one wants her to supply a cage for them). There are not that many surgeons, but if she walks long enough and asks directions, she can find a couple, one of whom prefers not to administer anything she doesn't understand but the other of whom detects opportunity and is very keen.
To the surgeon she says, "The drug is called morphine. It's extremely effective at dulling pain and it brings a sense of euphoria, but it can be addictive and repeated use is hard on the body, so I'm recommending to only administer it for serious surgeries, not for daily pain like aspirin."
"I make it with embroidered memories, just like aspirin and the other medicines I sell, and they all work as expected. But still, I'll give you the first dose for free and compensate the recipient for testing an experimental drug. How often do you do surgeries?"
"I have more warnings, though, might as well give you the full list now. It shouldn't be given to anyone who is pregnant because it can hurt the baby, whoever takes morphine should not drink alcohol for at least six hours, and it can cause breathing trouble sometimes so people with weak lungs can't have it."
"I know it makes people nervous. That's why I test new things on myself or animals first, and then pay people to try the first doses of anything new. At any rate, if you don't mind I'll be back in an hour with some morphine and hang around until someone wants their teeth or a cut done. I'd like to observe the effect."
So she goes to the shop and runs the numbers on the ingredient cost and processing time to decide morphine's price, and then comes back to the surgeon's place with a jar of little dark blue pills and waits for someone to want surgery.
The next morning she's back at the surgeon's place with the pills, and copious notes on them.
Back at the shop, she looks at the record of sales and concludes that the sale of morphine means that the shop is now probably-profitable.
"Hey Aya, we are officially making more money than we spend. This calls for a bit of a celebration. Not that I don't like your cooking, but what's the nicest restaurant you know of?"
And she tells Aya, "I do things without thinking them through sometimes. It would be nice to have a check of sorts, so I know I'm not doing something wrong while thinking it's right. So." She describes the risks and benefits of morphine, if Aya didn't know them already from the notes. "Do you think it's unethical to deliberately inflate the price of potentially dangerous and addictive medicine so that it doesn't get used unnecessarily?"
"I wanted to make the price high for a month or two and slowly lower it closer to what it actually costs to produce. This is meant to discourage people from using it recreationally. Drug abuse was a significant problem in some parts of the world from my memories. Withdrawal could be managed by steadily decreasing the dose."
"Definitely worse short-term effects, somewhat worse long-term effects. And it's a lot easier to accidentally kill yourself by taking too much morphine or other drugs than by drinking too much alcohol. Morphine is the first thing I've made personally that could be easily abused this way."
"If you take it once, there's maybe a one-fifth chance you will get a mild and short-term addiction that disappears in a week and has no lasting negative effects. If you take it for a month, it's almost certain you'll be at least mildly addicted. And this is physical addiction I'm talking about, this is on top of just wanting to keep going because it feels good. You literally can't think straight without morphine if you're in severe, unmanaged withdrawal. It's not nearly as addictive as some other stuff I could mix up if I felt like unethically making a lot of money."
"Well, don't make things that serve no other purpose, but - say there are five hundred people who need morphine varying amounts in a given year, which is a number I just made up. Assuming everyone is either apprised of the risk ahead of time, or in so much pain that someone else has to decide for them, the choice is pretty straightforwardly between giving a hundred people an in-most-cases-temporary problem that sounds much less unpleasant than receiving surgery while merely blind drunk - itself not a risk-free painkiller - or torturing five hundred people who would have preferred the risk. I... think this is fairly straightforwardly in favor of making morphine as available as you would with any other drug, and just peppering it with warnings and maybe not giving out too much at a time to anyone who isn't themselves dispensing it."
"Alright, I'll pepper it with warnings and sell it at the usual rate for ingredients-plus-time... Which would make it about half a seo per pill. I'll need to go give that surgeon I sold 50 to a refund and an apology."
"Yeah, that won't work long-term. What if I warn anyone I sell to in bulk that if they use them irresponsibly I'll either stop selling to them or start upcharging? And that I'll make sure any blame falls on them, since they were warned pretty thoroughly. And send someone around once in a while to surreptitiously check."
"If my medicine keeps getting more popular I'll need more help eventually. Might as well start looking early. I'll want to pay them hourly, not weekly like you. Do you think I can get someone attentive and trustworthy enough to run a storefront for a fifth of a seo per hour?"
When he's done and the lady and baby are seen to, "I'll see if I can come up with something that's safe for pregnant people. In the meantime, I've come to give you some of your money back. I just found a much cheaper way to make benzene, which is the most expensive intermediate ingredient in morphine. It's still safe, it's the exact same stuff just made in a different way. But it wouldn't be very fair to charge you so much for buying it a little too early. From now on, the cost will be half a seo per pill - and here's 45 seo, just as if you'd bought them all at that rate."
Back to her store. Time for more transmutation lessons with Aya whenever there's no customers!
While ingredient-shopping the next morning, Steel listens for rumors about slaves.
And she starts wondering how long she can keep trying to remove any heel tattoo she sees before someone connects the dots.
(Would contraceptives be popular? Probably. Too bad she doesn't know how to make them.)
Ingredients shopping. Medicine-mixing. Research and lessons.
Aya, in her spare time and while walking to and from the boarding house to cook and bring Steel food, finds and presents an ex-brothel-asset along with two other candidates for work in the shop. She's already given them preliminary tests of memory to see if they'll be able to handle the work.
Steel asks each of them a series of questions about hypothetical customers, presents them with a couple of moral dilemmas (would you push one person into a magic to stop a runaway wagon full of five people from falling in), and asks why they want to work here, to get an idea of each one's personality.
"Okay. I will hire all three of you for now, but only for a couple of hours a day. After a week, I'll decide which of you to hire permanently. Maybe none, maybe one, maybe all three. You'll be keeping shop mostly, but there will be some cleaning and carrying stock around. Pay is one fifth of a seo per hour. Sound good?"
Over the course of that week, Steel spends a fair amount of time watching them go about running the shop. Preferably when they don't realize she's watching. At the end of the week, she gives them a surprise quiz on the various medicines, with a few tricky questions that require some actual thought and not just memorized facts.
It may be time to look into getting a second storefront. Or at least a bigger workroom. Is the place next to the herbseller she originally disregarded still open?
When she installs the window, she's very careful not to touch any of the structural beams. The strongest of her new employees is assigned to spend a whole two days hauling tools, jars, and so on over to the new place. Furniture, she buys and transports herself. The storefront near the central market gets converted completely over to just selling things.
She keeps up Aya's lessons. By now she knows enough that she can do most of the not-inherently-magical parts of medicine making, like making empty pill shells and preparing mixtures for magical processes. This (along with trying to think up more efficient ways to make things, or ways to use byproducts) becomes most of her work.
Taxes come due, which eats through a significant chunck of her savings. But she's doing a brisk business and expects it to just get brisker, so she's not really worried that all this expense knocks her stored money down to 400 seo.
The employees have to pay taxes too - Aya already knows how to handle it, since she did her former mistress's accounting, and helps the others. Aya moves to a different boarding house - she'd already switched to a different room after Steel made the extra space redundant and stopped paying for it, but now, feeling stable in her ongoing income, she's closer to the workspaces with a better kitchen and a room to herself.