St-Patrick-Hartbrooke sits down at his desk, five pieces of mail on front of him, as well as a catalogue, a listing of accommodations within the city, and a copy of the Times.
After opening all of his mail, it seems, to the Taaa’keee’s vast surprise, that every one of the correspondences are requests for money.
I do not know what they desire from me, he muses to himself, it seems to be the case that with an increase of funds comes a corresponding increase in the difficulties therewith.
Three of the candidates are discarded easily: a printing press is a vulgar enterprise, not suited for one of his station; St-Patrick-Hartbrooke has no desire for land besides his own estate at Hartbrooke Hall; and the Space Griffin is not one to do anything vicariously, much less exploring.
Two envelopes remain: a plea for funds from his beloved Madam Scallopini’s, and a rather tempting investment in an import/export business.
After some time considering, St-Patrick-Hartbrooke lays aside both sentiment and the letter from his alma mater, and makes a note to invest in the import/export business.
That done, he picks up the list of accommodations. The best lodging on the list is, of course, out of the question, due to the expense involved. The other two listings are both in decent neighborhoods, so the social gains from the more expensive apartment do not grant proportionally higher status… But St-Patrick-Hartbrooke cannot see himself living in a “Spartan” accommodation. Another note is made.
With the main questions answered, the gentleman considers what he wants in frivolities. Gambling is, of course, a tax on those who do not understand mathematics, but it can also be an amusement. The name “Argonaut” catches his eye - appropriate, given his species’ nickname’s connection to mythology. He decides to place a token bet.
That completed, he scans the catalogue and picks a trinket out for as a housewarming gift for himself.
Invest 2 250
Wager Argonaut 25
Rent Modest Apartment
Buy Quill and Inkpot