Ok been a while......
1. Rainy Day Doldrums
What can I say, it started just as a regular day, Mol to be exact. It was a cool day, mid morning and raining. And as usual, the office was dead.
Myself, I was seated at my desk reading the Korranberg Chronicle. It was an old copy but I was bored and reading it for what was the fourth time. Me? I guess I should introduce myslef. Im Calib d'Medani, operator of the Sharn branch of the Medani Detection Office.Not the main office, more like the tertiary one. Now I know you may be thinking: dragonmarked? a noble? powerful and influential? Let me assure you- I ain't that impressive.
Of course I have the mark. Im a half elf and even related to Baron Trelib who's up in Wroat. But Im a bit of a black sheep in my family- its a long story, but I nearly got disinheirited. So now, only because of my maternal connections am I allowed to run the most unprofitable branch office of our Guild. I mean the Baron's a mover and shaker, and hes up in Wroat. If you have any gold or power you go see him. So my office is mostly freelance work, small stuff really.
Which means Im broke..again.
Im not alone though. Our branch office has three associates. Looking up from the Chronicle I see one: Anvil. He's warforged- an a wizard to boot if you can believe it. Handy in a tight spot, really knows his stuff. Now that particular morning he was sitting by the window watching the rain. Sometimes Anvil likes to have people think he's dumb, but he was sitting there so still, so motionless. I would have sworn he was asleep except warforged don't sleep. Anvil is hard to figure sometimes.
Now no business doesn't mean our grubby little office was quiet. Why? Because of course Dorbo was in the back room banging on something. Dorbo's a gnome and an artificer which means he's either pestering you with questions or tinkering. And by tinkering I mean hammering. Hes a bit absent minded and all, doesn't realize the racket he makes, but a nice guy. And he doesn't complain all that much when I don't pay him on time.
I was getting ready to shout at him to keep it down but Bynara beat me to it. Bynara had been snoozing in the corner, but the noise woke her. And of course Bynara being a shifter means shes now making as much if not more noise than Dorbo. Bynara's our tracker and footpad, stealthy and silent- she can shadow a halfling across the plains of Talenta in the noon day sun and he'd never see her. But she's got a temper- it didnt take her long to fly to the back room. The sound of crashing metal led me to believe she threw something at Dorbo and narrowly missed.
I was about to play mediator, when SHE walked in. Anvil didnt notice her, and the noise of a scuffle told me the others were too busy, but I saw her. SHE was beautiful; hair like golden straw, piercing blue eyes, dressed in fine silks, and her ears....by the Five Nations... she was a half elf!
I just stood there speechless, I mean not only did we have a customer she was a knockout....
1. Rainy Day Doldrums
What can I say, it started just as a regular day, Mol to be exact. It was a cool day, mid morning and raining. And as usual, the office was dead.
Myself, I was seated at my desk reading the Korranberg Chronicle. It was an old copy but I was bored and reading it for what was the fourth time. Me? I guess I should introduce myslef. Im Calib d'Medani, operator of the Sharn branch of the Medani Detection Office.Not the main office, more like the tertiary one. Now I know you may be thinking: dragonmarked? a noble? powerful and influential? Let me assure you- I ain't that impressive.
Of course I have the mark. Im a half elf and even related to Baron Trelib who's up in Wroat. But Im a bit of a black sheep in my family- its a long story, but I nearly got disinheirited. So now, only because of my maternal connections am I allowed to run the most unprofitable branch office of our Guild. I mean the Baron's a mover and shaker, and hes up in Wroat. If you have any gold or power you go see him. So my office is mostly freelance work, small stuff really.
Which means Im broke..again.
Im not alone though. Our branch office has three associates. Looking up from the Chronicle I see one: Anvil. He's warforged- an a wizard to boot if you can believe it. Handy in a tight spot, really knows his stuff. Now that particular morning he was sitting by the window watching the rain. Sometimes Anvil likes to have people think he's dumb, but he was sitting there so still, so motionless. I would have sworn he was asleep except warforged don't sleep. Anvil is hard to figure sometimes.
Now no business doesn't mean our grubby little office was quiet. Why? Because of course Dorbo was in the back room banging on something. Dorbo's a gnome and an artificer which means he's either pestering you with questions or tinkering. And by tinkering I mean hammering. Hes a bit absent minded and all, doesn't realize the racket he makes, but a nice guy. And he doesn't complain all that much when I don't pay him on time.
I was getting ready to shout at him to keep it down but Bynara beat me to it. Bynara had been snoozing in the corner, but the noise woke her. And of course Bynara being a shifter means shes now making as much if not more noise than Dorbo. Bynara's our tracker and footpad, stealthy and silent- she can shadow a halfling across the plains of Talenta in the noon day sun and he'd never see her. But she's got a temper- it didnt take her long to fly to the back room. The sound of crashing metal led me to believe she threw something at Dorbo and narrowly missed.
I was about to play mediator, when SHE walked in. Anvil didnt notice her, and the noise of a scuffle told me the others were too busy, but I saw her. SHE was beautiful; hair like golden straw, piercing blue eyes, dressed in fine silks, and her ears....by the Five Nations... she was a half elf!
I just stood there speechless, I mean not only did we have a customer she was a knockout....
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