Wow, yeah, a job opportunity where you would be in direct competition with a piece of flint. Way to find the one way to make magical fire powers seem useless.
Maybe practice our magic somewhere? I don’t know, I just don’t want Katia to be late for meeting with Quilly.
It would probably be safest to practice your magic outside of town, and you don’t want to stray too far before heading back to Quill-Weave’s. You decide to just poke around the city. Have some fun, sightsee, socialize with the locals, hopefully find a job, that kind of stuff. You haven’t actually taken much time to get acquainted with your surroundings. At least not that you remember.
Since finding the Mages Guild took you into one of the more upscale districts, you wander around there for a bit. It’s all very clean and orderly; a lot different than back home. The houses are pretty large and, with a few exceptions, well kept. You do find this stonework a bit drab, though.
While you’re not sure you’d call the robe a “cure for a lack of confidence”, you do feel less ashamed now that you have some proper clothes rather than a borrowed bedsheet. You find it a little easier to keep your chin up and smile at the people you pass. Nobody says anything to you, but a few of your friendly nods are returned, which at least makes you feel accepted. It’s a warm, cozy feeling you have little experience with.
You check inside the chapel for potential friends.
The place isn’t very busy right now. It must not be… whatever day Cyrodiil people worship on.
You approach the priestess in front, throw a general “good afternoon” at her, and kindly ask her to behold your new robes. They are very nice robes, she says. You picked her favorite color. Is there anything she can help you with, or are you just here to pray?