The director slumped down into her dusty seat with a relieving sigh as his eyes wander along with the darkened office of Alliance Salvaging And Procurement, paperwork piling up. A solemn dancing light at his side, the room had once been more home than what it is now, storage. Boxes of documents, artifacts, trinkets, and other salvage had been accumulated over the years and locked up into the most secure room his old business had.
Slowly he peeled his gloves off, he spotted a box with a neatly folded letter, just perching at the top of one of his piles of documents - that was odd. He neatly packed away his gloves as he got up, letting his tabard, and harness slide off with tools and satchels, landing with a muffled clang. He reached out for the letter first, unfolding the letter to read.
âDearest Director.
It saddens me that you went out without seeking business opportunities with me, or to hear if I had a request that I would like to have fulfilled. I have been spotting that your business has been more chaotic as of late while you were assigned to the Nightfall Brigade once more. I hope they treat you excellent there.
Do seek me out in the nearest future for a cup of tea and a business plan.
Yours,
Madam G.
P.s. Do bring more of your Gilnean Fudge.â
He folded the letter once more before taking the box - it was empty. He chuckled as he sniffed the wooden box to find traces of chocolate fudge before sealing the note inside the box, stowing it away.
Eyes of red glared in the night as they fell upon the closed door in anger. At the tiniest corner were a little Saurid trying to nibble away at some scribed defensive runes, trying to break the cycle of words that would be protecting the room.
With a furious growl, he would leap towards the Saurid, catching it, squeezing it in his claws till it would not wiggle anymore but let out a disembodied taunting voice.
âHek hek hek, Richmon cannot keep my treasure forever!â
âShut it, you annoying lizard!â
The little Saurid was limp in his hand now, and its message of taunting quiet even though its mission failed. Lochton would discard the Saurid as he would towards the warding runes, recarving them with his nails where the Saurid had been nibbling.