His feet up on the counter, Westly pondered what to do next. He had no customers. Business was, to say the least, awful.
Westly pondered what do to...
"It seems no one has any idea what it is I do here. Maybe... maybe I need to rethink my marketing strategy."
With a large clap of his hands, Westly made his decision. "Rec Hall. Pool Table, card games, snack bar, entertainers... Place to have fun. No one's done it yet, and if I lean more towards the entertainment than the food, I've got the market cornered."
Kicking up, Westly started planning out renovations. He'd have to close his shop. It was too small, and he couldn't manage two business enterprises at once. He'd need a large building. Cathedral ceiling would be best, but he could retrofit it if he needed to.
When it was all said and done, Westly needed to find someone who knew his way around the village, knew where Westly could find a large building that wasn't in use, and was physically strong enough to help with the reconstruction. Or could help him build a new one. Or could help him "evict" the tenants of a "partially inhabited" building of the appropriate size.
Westly mentally went down the list of people he'd met so far in the guild. It wasn't quite what he was hoping for, but there was only one real answer.
Packing all his possessions and stock into a convenient little carry-all seal, Westly left his shop for the last time.
He was off to track down Forza.
