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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ambrus" data-source="post: 2753674" data-attributes="member: 17691">Damien claps the younger of the two on the back cordially as he turns to leave. "Nice meeting you. Talk to you later."The young scribe looks around the second floor hallway briefly. Damien had been up here often enough when dropping off records or to confer with one of the senior clerks but had never had the luxury of time to really enjoy it. He himself could probably have had a position like Tremance's by now if he'd dedicated himself uniquely to his work here; he was certainly qualified and competent enough. He could have had this very office perhaps, a larger salary, even a bigger apartment... Damien sighed. He wasn't meant to be a simple clerk aspiring to a senior's position. Dwelling on what might have been was a waste of time. Walking into Tremance's office, Damien glances around and sees the burly seaman sitting casually in a chair next to the door. Recognizing the man as a haborside native by his accent, Damien tries to relax as he casually flips one side of his cloak over his shoulder and sits down next to the man while chuckling good naturedly. Adopting the same accent himself, Damien switches briefly to sea speech to swear lightly before continuing in common: "Heh. I wish. I was barely awake at my kip a few minutes ago when the city's finest almost broke my door down to drag me down here." Damien places his mariner's bag on the floor between them, yawns and rubs the sleep from his eyes. Offering the seaman his right hand the young man continues: "Name's Damien."</blockquote>

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