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<blockquote data-quote="Leif" data-source="post: 3902001" data-attributes="member: 48762">Morning in the 14th WardIgnatious Ironshirt, the surly Dwarf Magistrate of the 14th Ward of Lauralie Summerhome, is sipping his first cup of tea of the morning as he looks over expense reports submitted by the constabluary of the 14th Ward for the previous month.&quot;Mmmmmm, Elke?&nbsp; Come in here for a moment please, and bring your note pad,&quot; growls Ignatious Ironshirt to his loyal secretary.&quot;Yes, sir!&nbsp; Coming, Sir,&quot; says Elke Weiss, a tall, slender human woman, as she immediately appears in the doorway, pad in hand, a long pencil stuck in the bun of hair at the back of her head.&nbsp; Elke takes a seat on the stool to one side of Ignatious Ironshirt's desk, pulls the pencil from her hair, and prepares to take notes.&nbsp; (To assist in visualizing this scene, think of Mrs. &quot;a-Whiggins&quot; and Mr. Tudball from the old Carol Burnett show, that's not exactly right, but it's probably closer than I'd care to admit.)&quot;We've got to move forward with that diet regimen for our regular constables.&nbsp; I've just been looking over their expenses, and they are going to eat us out of house and home if we're not careful!&nbsp; It's shameful!&nbsp; And we're going to have to start enforcing our old exercise rule again.&nbsp; I want every member of&nbsp; the regular constabulary to be logged in down at the Cynosure of Martial and Constitutional Fitness for a minimum of two hours every week.&nbsp; Get a note off to my brother Indract and tell him that I'm depending on him to whip these lads into shape.&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Leif, post: 3902001, member: 48762"] [b]Morning in the 14th Ward[/b] Ignatious Ironshirt, the surly Dwarf Magistrate of the 14th Ward of Lauralie Summerhome, is sipping his first cup of tea of the morning as he looks over expense reports submitted by the constabluary of the 14th Ward for the previous month. [COLOR=Sienna]"Mmmmmm, Elke? Come in here for a moment please, and bring your note pad,"[/COLOR] growls Ignatious Ironshirt to his loyal secretary. [COLOR=Olive]"Yes, sir! Coming, Sir,"[/COLOR] says Elke Weiss, a tall, slender human woman, as she immediately appears in the doorway, pad in hand, a long pencil stuck in the bun of hair at the back of her head. Elke takes a seat on the stool to one side of Ignatious Ironshirt's desk, pulls the pencil from her hair, and prepares to take notes. (To assist in visualizing this scene, think of Mrs. "a-Whiggins" and Mr. Tudball from the old Carol Burnett show, that's not exactly right, but it's probably closer than I'd care to admit.) [COLOR=Sienna]"We've got to move forward with that diet regimen for our regular constables. I've just been looking over their expenses, and they are going to eat us out of house and home if we're not careful! It's shameful! And we're going to have to start enforcing our old exercise rule again. I want every member of the regular constabulary to be logged in down at the Cynosure of Martial and Constitutional Fitness for a minimum of two hours every week. Get a note off to my brother Indract and tell him that I'm depending on him to whip these lads into shape."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]

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