In a city that was, relatively recently, stolen by giant bats, a young man wakes up in a holding cell. There's a guard standing watch, though a rather scrawny one.
Right, off to collect that bounty, then.
Does he hand in the rat or what? He is new to this business, and also to all other businesses.
"Not that I saw but I wasn't looking too closely."
He dumps the rat down the chute and goes to get the purse.
He glances down at his shoulder and shrugs agreeably. It doesn't look worth worrying about to him, but then, how would he know? He can go find someone to look at it, sure.
If doctors are the first thing he sees he'll try doctors.
The first doctor he goes to, a Suspicious-Looking Physician, will fix the wound for five rostygold. He doesn't look particularly reputable, but he does swear he's the quickest and the cheapest in the district.
"No anaesthetic, though," he grunts. "Nobody trusts me to etherize them, and after a while I stopped keeping it around."
Well that's a heartening endorsement of this fellow's skill, isn't it. Whatever.
The stitches aren't so bad, but for just a moment when the pain of the alcohol first hits there's a surge of anger in the back of his mind and things almost go very badly for the doctor.
But he did ask for this - pay for it, even - and it would be stupid to stab someone who just helped him, so he just shakes his head slightly and thanks the man and goes home to the Widow's place. Finding his way around is getting easier pretty fast.
All in all, a pretty successful second day of his life!
What will tomorrow bring?
That's all up to him!
Well, mostly up to him. The Widow is in her sitting room when he wakes up, and upon seeing his bloodstained clothing she gasps. "Oh, dearie, that's no good at all! You could give someone an awful fright, walking down the street covered in blood. Why don't you take one of the old suits from the closet and I'll launder what you're wearing?"
He glances down at himself, then smiles at her. "Sure, all right. Thank you."
He can do that!
And then, in a very good mood because the Softhearted Widow is a nice person and he likes her, he stops by the Singing Mandrake for a meat pie; and, reminded by the establishment's name, wanders back to the Scarred Naturalist's place to ask after mandrake-related protective gear.
"Any suggestions on where to look for those?"
He laughs. "Thanks!"
So, about those stockpiles, then...
The University is slightly to the west of city center. Its gates are open, as they always are. There's a campus map behind glass set into the ground just past the gates, which indicate that the reception office is in such-and-such a location and the Department of Chiropteronomy is in thus-and-such location and the Department of Skouximology is right over here. Regrettably, it does not have "here is where you can steal Primordial Shrieks" clearly marked, as such.
The University is honestly also just kind of pretty, and he gets distracted from his quest and ends up wandering around admiring the architecture for an hour before he refocuses and heads over to Skouximology because it seems like a relevant field.