"Bar, lend me a copy of Atanasie's treatise?" Bar does, and she holds it up. The translation magic makes it a little hard to parse, but it clearly is heavily ornamented text with even the diagrams depicted in a somewhat artistic manner. "Any market for something like this?"

"Possibly? What... is that, the translation in here isn't doing a great job with it."

"Technical magic stuff that I don't really understand either, honestly, I'm just the person who made a lot of copies of it."

"Aha. Your style is kind of weird but the basic concept reminds me of old scrolls from the Warring States Period, so it's probably marketable at all. You'd only get paid for the design, they're not going to need you to copy it out multiple times."

"Alright. If I know the language, will that offer reliable enough work to buy food and a space in bed at an inn, combined with me working as a pair of hands? I'm pretty good at finicky little tasks, you have to be to disarm traps, and I need about as much food as a human child my size."

"I don't know, it's not my field and I don't know how long it takes you. Maybe if you trade off between that and professionally having hands."

Karasauriu asks Bar about advertisements in Hari markets for bread, inn stays, and professional being-hands services.

The Hari Empire does not have bread, nor is 'access to a shared bed in an inn' a concept they have, they're very into sleeping privacy. The minimal cost of sustenance and housing can probably be acquired by being a very literal hired hand. Also, this will involve a lot of porridge and sleeping in really tiny boxes.

…wow, how appealing. Maybe she should talk to some of the other people here.

Cinlirina is also from the Hari Empire.

Alright. At least she's had her beer. Maybe she should talk to Jim? She heads back to the infirmary.

Jim is in the infirmary.

"Hey, you look like as much of your blood is on the inside as last time I saw you."

"Yes. I realized I never asked about your world as an immigration option, and I'm not sure I'd be able to sustain myself in the Har economy."

"My world is a lovely place full of mind control that will slowly turn you good or evil depending on which of those sounds less horrendously unappealing. Many of its cities have indoor plumbing with potable water."

"Being mind-controlled into being a nicer person sounds acceptable especially from the perspective of choosing it up-front, given my alternatives, I suppose. Are the economic prospects for unskilled workers or scribes or I guess calligraphic artists or mechanical-lock locksmiths alright?"

"I really couldn't say, for some of those, but you'll be able to tell from published works because some governments put out statistics about occupations that are growing or shrinking and how well they tend to pay. Scribes in particular are obsolete, I think unskilled people work in... uh... retail? I've seen some cool typography in the last decade so I think there's still a market for calligraphy but it'll have shrunk from the time when you'd copy books by hand."

"I'll go investigate at Bar. Thank you for the summary."

Karasauriu does some research and heads back to Jim. "Does your door open on a good country or an evil country?"

"A good one but kind of a big one - all the big ones end up sort of middling, like, you can still tell they lean a way but don't count on every person to definitely individually lean that way."

"If I can't find anything better, I'll take it. I'm thinking of staying here for a few days by being hired to clean, see if I can get something comparably appealing to home but without the, uh, currently being chased by murderers issue."

"What's appealing about where you come from?"

"No omnipresent mind control. It's possible to make a decent living with my skillset. The polity I'm from doesn't practice slavery. Those are the qualities that feel salient right now, at least."

"Hm. I can keep an eye out."

Karasauriu thanks Jim and heads off to the Security office.

Security is a green-haired man currently having an argument with a small orange quadruped who isn't letting him get a word in edgewise but breaks off when the door opens.