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located in Verinotte Hall, a part of The Multiverse, one of the many universes on RPG.

Verinotte Hall

Standing proud and high with dragons crawling up it's sides was Verinotte Hall. Large gilded doors atop an elaborate marble staircase marked the entrance to this wonderous place. A large clock face mocked the very moon, as this was the tallest tower.

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Character Portrait: Boo Character Portrait: Midgra Character Portrait: The Scribe Character Portrait: Vance Hemolian
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Midgra's eye widened as he watched the man produce the box. He then squinted at the box, his ears pinning slightly back as he looked doubtfully into the box. Eyes darting between the box and the mans face, his hands began to wring together. He began to grin eagerly as the device was explained to him, reaching out his hands for it by the end of his explanation. He however pulled the box away and pulled out the contract. Midgras hands followed the box as his grin faded, and he grumpily went back to a neutral pose. Midgra turned his attention to the contract handed to Vance. Quickly moving behind him, he tried his best to jump up and down behind Vance to properly read the contract he now currently held. Little to no success... But he most certainly saw something.

"Purple bag... Two bars of gold... Every week..."

That's all Midgra needed to see. He stopped jumping, his heart beginning to race. Gold... The yellow bands and pendants that people adorned themselves with... Worth a lot of money... Two bars... A week? His heart raced faster as he stood perfectly still, almost in a state of excited shock. He had to remind himself to breathe as he loosened back up again. Almost anything this guy would want done would be worth that much, even just one payment! Hell... He might even consider killing someone for that price, but it would still be a tough choice... He snapped back to reality, cutting everyone else off as the man ended his proposition.

"I agree! I agree!"

Midgra yelled excitedly, practically jumping for joy, running up to the man in question in excitement. His grin turned into a full on toothy smile, dead eye even opening up with just a hint of slitted Iris showing. The greed he couldn't quite hide shone behind that dead eye of his.

"Now.... when did you say we were to get paid?"

He continued to eagerly look up at the man, but not his face, instead his gaze fixated on the box he held.