#Iris Owes Francel a lot of cake

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FFxivWrite Prompt 7: Noisome

The Clockwork Boutique was just opening as per usual. Iris was happy that that it was business as usual. As she was about to get started with a current order for a fancy dress for noble lady in the pillars, a man enter the shop. The bell didn’t need to alert her that he was there. His stench was powerful enough to compete with a morbol’s breath.

Iris turn to the source. She saw the man wearing clothes torn and tattered. Whatever pieces where covering him was covered in dirt, grime and soot. His monocle was cracked and cloudy as though he dug it through the trash. Iris couldn’t get a closer look at as he smelled like rotten karakul milk and over fermented mead. “C-can I-I help you sir?” She asked from a distance, coughing from his musk.

“Most Fortuitous,” the man ignored the shopkeep’s question. “What a lovely shop filled to the brim with such gorgeous outfits.” He wondered a bit as her approached the wedding dress she had out on displayed. Iris looked on horror before preventing him on touching the dainty cloth of the dress.

“Sir!” She exclaimed to him, trying her best to hid her gagging as she was now close to him. “Is there anything I can help you with, sir?” As she tries to best to not offend her guest.

“Ah miss. I take it that you are the needlewoman?” He looked Iris up and down. “Mayhaps, I’m mistaken. You could be any more than laundress.” He scoffed. Iris was taken aback. How dare he insult her. She knew there were some rude Ishgardians around, any city will have that. However, that man is the most painfully Ishgardian man she had ever met. She wasn’t sure what this man’s deal was. She thought it was pretty bold of him to walk into her shop smelling as bad as he does, with clothes as torned as they were, and with that dated vocabulary of his.

Elwin, coming up from the storage area below the store, noticed the musk that over took the shop. “Aye Mis’ Iris, What’s goin’ on? Why does the shop stink?” He turned the corner to see the Elezen man that had been hassling Iris while he was down stairs.

“Ah, there is he is. The harberdasher!” The man walked up the Elwin “Put it there my good man.” He reached out for Elwin’s hand to give it a good handshake. Elwin wasn’t quite sure what make of this situation. He was only starting to learn how tailor under Iris’ tutelage. He looked over to Iris in hopes this was some prank. Iris was just as clueless as he was and gave him a shrug.

Iris just looked onward on what horrors her assistant is enduring at the moment. She thought for a moment as the man started talking to Elwin’s ear off.

“Oh Ser Elwin, I have some ideas on how to best serve our most esteemed guest.” She signal Elwin over to her. As he got close to her, he hunched down a bit. “Listen, that man is rude, but I doubt that he will leave us alone if we just kicked him out.” Elwin nodded. “I’m going go to Francel to alert that we are going to do and will need to use the firmament’s spa for this one. I want you to take him there to at least bath. Tell him it’s a service when we need to get know our client more.”

“Is that alright to lie to him?” Elwin asked, uncertain that he could do the task.

“In this case, yeah. Look he seems to think you run the show here so he might listen to you more.” Iris sighed as she looked at the man. “While he bathes I’ll replace his clothes because let’s face it, the smell probably ruin that fabric.” Elwin sighed, he’d hoped that Iris was right about this. The two split to do their task in this whole operation.