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[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.

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There are some that serve the king, yes. There are others who sell their services - healing, protection, that rubbish -

And there are others who are . . . mm, mercenaries? Is that the word?

[That's sort of... grim.]

... Really?

Really. They are the for-hire types. Whatever it is you need them for - they will do so with the right payment.

So...

There are black market wizards.

I . . . suppose?

I have never heard it called the black market, though.

That's what it sounds like, at least.

It's a little scary.

. . . one must earn a living somehow.

There are other ways.

Like.... I don't know, opening a bakery?

. . .

... What?

[dryly]

I earn more hiring myself out for a day than a bakery would earn in a week.

[Both eyebrows go up

... And yet he doesn't seem nearly as intimidated by this revelation as his earlier acting might have implied he should be.

Just as dryly;]

... Not if you run a really good bakery.

. . . I cannot bake.

[Lol.]

That's a shame...

Nor do I have any other skills that are worth opening a shop for.

Maybe not right now. But anyone can learn a skill. It just takes time.

I'm sure there are more wholesome uses for magical skill, too. You said you're a healer.

. . .

Mm. I was trained as one in my youth.

You don't consider that "a skill worth opening a shop for"?

That seems like a huge oversight to me.

. . . I would not be allowed to open a shop. Even if I wanted to.

[Frowns, clearly puzzled]

"Allowed"? By whom?

The city is primarily human, and humans do not like my kind.

[Something... shifts, in his expression. Something rather unchildlike.

But it's gone as soon as it came.]

What is "your kind", of you don't mind my asking?

[. . .]

. . . I am a half-blood. Half-Elf.

[He tilts his head a bit, frowning]

They consider that a bad thing?

[her voice is practically dripping with disdain]

Oh, certainly. Humans and Elves believe themselves to be superior - they will not accept their blood being tainted by another's.