> try and set up some snares to catch vermin by the jeep as I watch it
You hop out of the jeep and begin setting up snares-hard as that is without sticks or other things to brace them on -when you catch a glimpse of the elevator operator. He's looking at you with a mix of bemusement and annoyance. He guess that he probably doesn't like you setting traps where people have to walk. You smile at him in the most friendly way you can.
"Now that I think about it, I need cash..."
"Hey, I'm leaving the 'watching the jeep in case of thieves' job to you guys."
Head to the Second Circle. Don't do anything if anybody objects.
Walk around there and look for work
Also, Examine Second Circle west pathways and streets for stuff that I can use.
"Hey you guys watch the jeep and stuff. Imma go do...a thing." You mumble, already walking away.
You wander around for quite a while before finding a path to the second circle, a spiral stairway cut directly into the stone and leading down into an alleyway in the second circle. You walk through the alley and out onto the main street. You keep an eye out for stray items or things you can use; beyond scraps of paper and other garbage there doesn't seem to be much just laying around, other then the occasional loose coin. You gather up any coins you can find and end up with three copper colored coins and one slivery coin. There are lots of shops around here, but you're not exactly sure what kind of work you should be looking for. There are a few general stores, a building supply store, a handful of food stalls and a clothing shop; you wonder which one you should try first.
Added to inventory:
>Unidentified Copper Colored coin (3)
>Unidentified Silver Colored coin (1)
Just as Tiruin was about to turn around and exit the store, he looked at the clerk and followed his eyes.
The blue band.
Of course!
>Subtly intone: "Beishon." Point to self.
When you speak the word the clerk's face changes from one of suspicion to one of concern. He puts his book down and fiddles with something under the counter. There's a short buzzing sound and you hear a lock click behind you as the front door seals shut. The clerk, a chubby, older man with greased back hair and wildly bushy eyebrows, rocks forward, out of his chair and walks to a door set in the display counter. He opens it and gestures for you to come in.