Scribe- If you hand Malcolm a stack of papers as a way of applying he might just hire you on the spot. Take them through the door over there, press the number eight button then its second door on your left.
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Marius felt the whole room lurch before it glide smoothly up to the eighth floor, the doors clunked open again to reveal a hallway. The second door on the left hung open ahead.
Scribe- Right, because you don't have my report. So process of elimination says guard duty. You'll be watching over one of my juniors as he visits three farmholds around Epicrin who are due for inspection this season.
Falthor- Inspections for what?
Scribe- To determine whether they are likely to get funding from the city to help with their costs.
Scribe- We like to think so, yes. The surveyor carries a set of potential retainers for the homesteaders, too. Hence the request for guards; some have tried to take advantage of the event in the past.
Scribe- Try not to let him drink too much, either. Homesteaders sometimes try to get our surveyors jovial so they'll give them better rates or leniency on issues.
Falthor idly fiddled with a chain hung about his neck before nodding.
Falthor- I believe you advertised for four guards? Is there somewhere we can wait for the fourth and your surveyor?
Scribe- Oh, there's a mess opposite this office. Should be plenty of room for you to spread out.
**Following Marius and Falthor into their designated waiting room, Loire summoned Mer to give them some extra company, so she didn't have to listen to Marius try and make an attempt at small talk; and the ermine proceeded to run up her arm and along her shoulders.**
**Loire demurely and pleasantly smiled at Falthor, then wagged her eyebrows to Merlin, and pointed her opposite arm towards the half-fey. As if on queue, the white weasel ran over to Falthor and up onto his shoulders to lick his ear.**
Loire - Hmm. Well, they aren't exactly flesh and blood animals, as much as magically bound recreations of the real thing. However, they still possess adequate personalities and verve all their own.
Falthor nodded from his position in a similarly comfortable chair.
Falthor- Looks like we have a fourth.
Scribe Across the Hall- Written references? Fantastic! We'll send the boy over, then.
A few moments passed before the waiting room door was opened once more. The figure barely cut out any of the light from the hallway, standing at a little under five feet tall and appearing to be a skinny little thing. The surveyor was dressed in powder blue traveling clothes in utilitaran style of Epicrin government. His black hair was slicked black and he carried a satchel full of scrolls and quills.
**The novice Taskmage nodded at Marius' conceit t, but became distracted with the arrival of the newcomer; she also chose to dismiss Mer with a wave of her hand, and the ermine disappeared with a loud -pop-. The short stature of the surveyor didn't seem to bother her.**
Loire - Ah, how lovely. Perhaps we can get underway now?
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Marius felt the whole room lurch before it glide smoothly up to the eighth floor, the doors clunked open again to reveal a hallway. The second door on the left hung open ahead.
Marius - Hello. I'd like to apply as a guard for the surveyor.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Loire - That's why we're all here.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Falthor- Inspections for what?
Scribe- To determine whether they are likely to get funding from the city to help with their costs.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Falthor idly fiddled with a chain hung about his neck before nodding.
Falthor- I believe you advertised for four guards? Is there somewhere we can wait for the fourth and your surveyor?
Scribe- Oh, there's a mess opposite this office. Should be plenty of room for you to spread out.
Marius walked over to the larger area.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
The enforcer shifted a little in the seat, moving forward so that he was no longer consumed by cushions.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Loire - A little more sociable today, are we?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Loire - Hmm. Well, they aren't exactly flesh and blood animals, as much as magically bound recreations of the real thing. However, they still possess adequate personalities and verve all their own.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Falthor- I suppose I've only met mages who used them as tools.
Loire - I guess that's technically true, summons are tools like any other spell... but then, they're so much more.
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Falthor- Looks like we have a fourth.
Scribe Across the Hall- Written references? Fantastic! We'll send the boy over, then.
A few moments passed before the waiting room door was opened once more. The figure barely cut out any of the light from the hallway, standing at a little under five feet tall and appearing to be a skinny little thing. The surveyor was dressed in powder blue traveling clothes in utilitaran style of Epicrin government. His black hair was slicked black and he carried a satchel full of scrolls and quills.
Surveyor- Uh, hello there.
Loire - Ah, how lovely. Perhaps we can get underway now?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.
Falthor- I'm Falthor, do you have a name you'd like us to use or should we call you 'Surveyor'.
Surveyor- Oh, its Sem. My name's Sem.
Come on and check it out. You know you want to.
Loire - Yes, a pleasure to meet you Sem. I'm Loire. Sem, now is that short for something else?
To live is to hope, and while we breathe, we hope and live.