Listless without a list

    Upon donning my new set of leather pants and a comically fuzzy hat, I decided to venture into the city. As I wandered through the city's many subsections, I was in awe of the architectural and aesthetic pleasures  it withheld from the outside world. From beyond the city gates, the only thing that can be seen is a monolithic structure, known as White Gold Tower. I was told by the denizens of the lovely city that this was the Imperial Palace and the libraries of something called the Moth Priesthood. I had to visit it, I knew that much, but not at the moment. No, right now I had to go to the market district and get out of these ridiculous clothes.
     The market district was not a bustling and busy place. In fact, as far as I could tell no one actually shopped there. It is possible that they all have their items delivered to their homes, which would be convenient for them as well as marketable for the shops, but it was still quite strange to be the only customer about. Regardless, I looked around for a place to purchase clothing that was slightly more my style, as in with color and not made from a dead animal. All of the shops looked roughly the same from the outside, the only difference being the carved wooden signboard's directly above them. I spotted one named Divine Elegance. Seemed about right.
     After speaking to the shop keeper and looking at her wares, it dawned on me that I had almost no money. I had picked some up from the dead bandit and I had found some while in the secret escape route, but all together it was hardly enough for the items I wanted. I dug around in my bag for anything I had picked up that I could sell and came up with only the clothes on my back and the small brown book.
     I sold the clothes.
     Upon leaving, wearing my very snazzy new clothing, I decided I needed a source of income. A job of some sort, preferably something quiet and simple, I wouldn't have minded busy work. I asked some shopkeepers if they needed an assistant or a stock-boy or someone to deliver packages for them, but none of them were in an employing mood. Disheartened, I sat on a crate in front of a newspaper service. I decided to retrieve the small brown book from my bag and read it, as perhaps it would offer solace from my current predicament. I did not notice the man watching me intently from just outside the newspaper door.