Happy En'Kara!

Dear Diary,

Happy En'Kara, Ar! Oh this time of the year is such a splendid thing, it truly is! The entire city is in celebration now that the waiting hand is up, and thank the Priest-Kings for that! Brak bush is so drab and boring to see everywhere and all the white doors just depresses me.

I had so many orders during the time of reflection that I scarcely had time to reflect. Since opening, my reputation seems to be growing by word of mouth, which is grand since I do not see any point in spending money on advertisement. The lower I keep my overhead, Max tells me, the lower I can keep my prices. It seems every woman in Ar will be wearing my designs during the feasts! Well, not quite that many, but a lot.

After nearly breaking my ankle while hauling a crate, I have decided that I need help in the shop. I need a strong hand, but I do not relish the idea of a free man, or a burly kajira. So I have asked Max for a kajirus and he was less then receptive to the idea.

"What do you want one of those for???"
"To haul things around the house, so I do not break my ankle again."
"It isn't broken, you merely twisted it, and the physician said it is not even a bad twist."
"You can pick him out for me, Maxwell? I do not really have much a head for the purchase of slave flesh, to be honest, having never done it before."
"You want me to pick it out?????"

It went on like that until Felicity stepped in on my behalf. The toddler had woken up, and she being seven months pregnant was not in the mood for an argument in her house just then. Maxwell agreed to go to one of the cheaper slaving houses in search of a labor slave, and he did mention something about getting a "tunic" but I did not really hear him, and did not understand the reference anyway.