Harek looked up from his work, doing paperwork. He narrows his eyes at Dodger, not liking the man at once. Harek has pretty good intuition about these things.
"I assume you don't want a night in the cells. What is it?"
Harek takes the letter and skims over it before burning it. Then he writes a return letter to be handed to Dodger, sealed, "Here. Now get out of here."
"I assume you don't want a night in the cells. What is it?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
**Reaching over the desk he handed the letter to Harek.**
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
My helpdesk should you need me.
Dodger- "Sir, dreadfully sorry to bother you again but ... Lord Palasis did state to me that I would be compensated by you."
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
My helpdesk should you need me.
**Dodger tapped into his grifting skills hoping to be persuasive enough to Harek.**
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
"How about you do that?"
Harek then looks at Draz'zan, "Is there a reason you're not going after him?"
My helpdesk should you need me.
**He stepped outside the office building and again looked to see if anyone was around or looking. He checked the seal of the letter.**
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That
Draz - "Yes, you haven't told me of his whereabouts."
My helpdesk should you need me.
Draz - "Thank you... Constable."
**With a quick sweep of his cloak he was gone.**
Behold, the power of :symu:!
Ask Me About:
The Epic World
You'll Be Glad You Did
Not That There's Anything Wrong With That