RE: Spheres of Influence: Alliance
07-02-2019, 03:40 AM
HOO! Ok, we did it folks! A mad ride back to the capital, pick up the mail and the investigation information and appropriate gear, take the guard unit and a boat up North- no no translator we needed a translator- ok good, bye Deputy, have fun taking care of the country, off we go to Zmon.
A mail-ship hit the dock, and immediately a young postal worker hopped off, lugging a crate of mail up to the office.
Right behind that youth though, was the Postmaster, her translator, and her guard. The Postmaster herself was in the gear of High Postal Officials, flaxy and grey. A smart hat with a corded brim, the shorter sleeved shirt, only with pants because this was IMPORTANT- oh damn it, THEY were all wearing shorts? Fuck, she should have brought her shorts, but anyway she had a nice fresh scar on her arm. She actually didn't look as stressed out as she often did, appreciating the marvelous and exact construction of this Cube. Goodness! Felt more and more like a yokel every day!
Her translator, funny enough, was a young Dwarven man by the name of Durgan Hassletongue, who was the third cousin twice removed of BOTH Snorri Manytongues and Bardina Silvertongue. He was distressingly ripped for a translator. People that hot shouldn't BE there, but there he was. Even the postal official uniform couldn't dampen his distracting capabilities.
They both greeted the hosts, making sure to get a hand shake in with Ovis and also the ever-helpful Capra! The Postmaster gave him a pat on the back, telling him it would be alright, and all she'd ever seen of him was the swell job he was doing. Other than that, she kind of wanted to get things going, so she went to go find herself a place. She uhh. Really hoped there was a place and this wasn't going to be an issue. So much shit to get done.
A mail-ship hit the dock, and immediately a young postal worker hopped off, lugging a crate of mail up to the office.
Right behind that youth though, was the Postmaster, her translator, and her guard. The Postmaster herself was in the gear of High Postal Officials, flaxy and grey. A smart hat with a corded brim, the shorter sleeved shirt, only with pants because this was IMPORTANT- oh damn it, THEY were all wearing shorts? Fuck, she should have brought her shorts, but anyway she had a nice fresh scar on her arm. She actually didn't look as stressed out as she often did, appreciating the marvelous and exact construction of this Cube. Goodness! Felt more and more like a yokel every day!
Her translator, funny enough, was a young Dwarven man by the name of Durgan Hassletongue, who was the third cousin twice removed of BOTH Snorri Manytongues and Bardina Silvertongue. He was distressingly ripped for a translator. People that hot shouldn't BE there, but there he was. Even the postal official uniform couldn't dampen his distracting capabilities.
They both greeted the hosts, making sure to get a hand shake in with Ovis and also the ever-helpful Capra! The Postmaster gave him a pat on the back, telling him it would be alright, and all she'd ever seen of him was the swell job he was doing. Other than that, she kind of wanted to get things going, so she went to go find herself a place. She uhh. Really hoped there was a place and this wasn't going to be an issue. So much shit to get done.