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Allevent, Realm of Caith

White-walled Adelost

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a part of Allevent, Realm of Caith, by Wrenn.

White-walled Adelost

Wrenn holds sovereignty over White-walled Adelost, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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A city whose landscape has promoted a history of tranquility and prosperity. Adelost is protected from its neighbors by a curtain mountain range known as the Sentinels, and its harbor has encouraged one of the strongest trading ports in the world. It has few natural resources but for generations has been a place of scholarship, innovation and entrepreneurship, and so has some of the finest craftsman in the land. Raw goods come in through the docks, and leave as highly-prized manufactured goods for every corner of Allevent.

No city is without its troubles, and white-walled Adelost is no exception. In the last hundred years or so, in what historians now call the Modern Era, the development of caith crystals and the plethora of contraptions they power has created an unstable political landscape. As neighboring kingdoms grow stronger they begin to see Adelost not as the untouchable city of scholars but more and more as some low-hanging fruit. Within its famed walls the burgeoning guilds and the ensconced nobility butt heads with ever more aggression, and each side makes its machinations to ensure the others downfall in the years to come.

Choose wisely, travelers who see Adelost on the road ahead. Are you visiting the golden city on a hill, or are you entering the lions' den?
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White-walled Adelost

White-walled Adelost

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White-walled Adelost is a part of Allevent.

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Blair Invidia [7] ~Gyptioi~
Lysandra Teraviel [2] "There is something wrong with everyone--some manage to keep them hidden away, while I must bear mine for the world to see."
Ambrosia [1] "Mm, my precious apples~"
Porfirio "Firo" Grey [1] High Guardian of Adelost

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The morning could not begin early enough for Porfirio, as it could not for any man who burned with energy and whose duties were limitless. He woke well before sunrise, and after only a quick moment to collect himself from his light sleep, the High Guardian of Adelost climbed from his too-large bed and moved toward his dresser, bare feet padding silently on one of the many rugs that spanned his massive living quarters, this one a thick braided woolen rug from sunny Bokmakiri, that desert city far to the east. Porfirio didn't think that he cared much for luxury goods -- and a Bokmakiri rug was surely that -- but along with its almost gaudy splendor the rug was exceptionally well-made and durable, and so it stayed. Still he felt guilty as his bare feet savored the warmth that insulated him from the cold stone floor. The water that he poured into the wide, shallow basin at his dresser, however, assured him that he had not yet grown soft as he washed his face and hands without activating the ferrum glyph etched into the basin that would have warmed the water in minutes.

Soon he was dressed and out the door. Although the stone corridors of the keep were lined with evenly-spaced lumen glyphs that could have lit the way with their steady glow, lumen crystals weren't cheap and there were too few people awake at this early hour for the steward to authorize their use. Firo had made this trip each morning for the last two years, and could navigate it blindfolded. Besides which, the High Guardian hadn't grown up wealthy and had always done his reading by candlelight before his appointment here, and even though lumen glyphs had been in the castle for decades they were still a source of disquiet to him. Not that he feared them -- no, he was no simple-liver or 'Minimalist' as the fringe group had taken to calling itself -- but despite their proven practicality he couldn't help but regard lumen lamps with the same look that he would a barking cat or meowing dog.

He was the first of the Guardians to enter the Ironguard Room, as their council chamber was known. It was usual for him to be first, sometimes by even up to an hour, but it was not unheard of for another to already be up and about. Sleepless nights were common among the Guardians; despite their dedication and belief, their choices were hard as any king's or general's, and no sane man wasn't occasionally plagued by doubts. Still, today he was first, and he was glad for the solitude. He found himself drawn to one of the arrow-slit windows on the far side wall, and leaned against the stone with his arms clasped loosely behind his back. He could see the sun's rays just beginning to peak out over the ocean horizon, prodding white-walled Adelost awake. Glancing back at the folder he had placed on the giant oak table in the center of the room, Porfirio wondered what the day would bring.

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Adion slowly moved his 7 and a half foot body softly on the ground. If he came down too quick, he could startle the other people who stayed at the Drunken Dragon. Of course, he could have also startled the drunks downstairs, which would likely get him kicked out of his current quarters. Next on his wake-up routine was to swap into the new days clothes, then wet his head and clean off the larger Ferrum crystals from his fur. Those crystals could get quite heavy, and often pulled on his fur if he neglected their removal for too long. Adion then proceeded to walk out of the bar section of the Drunken Dragon and walked out into the morning light.

Adion closed his eyes to brace for the morning light. It was not much, but when you come out from an inn, it was bright. Adion took a minute after he closed the door to take in the touch of warmth that the dull sun provided. Adion did not want to stay out in the light forever, as his fur could get uncomfortably hot.

Adion now turned his sights towards the castle. He was curious to see what the government was like in this human country. One thing about the humans did interest Adion in particular, how they had so many different governments. The vere kept only the Alpha Nexus and had no reason to form more than one government, but the humans had many countries and had one trait that was in such an excessive amount that he thought was the reason for the multiple governments, greed. However, Adion did not know enough about the humans to prove or disprove that theory. So, that was another reason that he wanted to visit the castle.

Adion finally reached the castle. He then walked over to the guard at the front door of the castle and asked "May I see the head of the government? I would like to understand how your people's government works."

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The small framed girl danced a few feet away from the entrance to the one of the most popular taverns. Her exotic green eyes seemed to glow, even in the daylight. Her clothes showed exactly what she was, Gyptioi. On the ground next to where she danced was a small bag that laid open for passers to throw coins into. Not many did.

"Vermin!" One man yelled as he passed by and walked into the tavern. However, the words were nothing she hadn't heard before. Growing up, she had heard much worse in her home state of Anirom. A few more people passed, some tossing glances in her direction, others muttering curses at how wretched her kind are. To those, she paid no mind. This is what she had always done. It was better than being a thief.

After several hours of dancing, she finally collected her bag and walked into the tavern. She sat alone at a table furthest from the entrance. Though she was used to dancing, her body ached from dancing constantly for hours upon hours. Looking into the bag, she counted the change she had earned. "I earned this." She smiled to herself at the thought. The change wasn't much, barely even enough to get a small biscuit and drink. A waiter walked by and glanced at her but continued to walk. Obviously she would have to beg for what she wanted here.

Walking up to the bar, she gazed at the tender and placed 9 monarchs on the bartop. "I would like a biscuit and ale please." She said in a firm yet respectful voice. The tender stared at her for a moment then nodded and snatched the coins off the counter. The tender then walked off to report the order and quickly came back with a small plate with a small biscuit on it. He then poured her ale in a rather small looking mug.

She took a long drink and nearly gagged. It was not the best thing she had ever tasted but it was better than nothing. Her green eyes moved onto the biscuit in which she hoped was not days old. She picked it up and took a bite of the cold bread. It wasn't bad. She gave a small smile as she continued to eat the biscuit and drink the ale.

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Adion walked into the Drunken Dragon to find it full. This was not a big surprise as it was a very popular bar, but an unpopular inn. There was one thing out of place though, a, what Adion called the hated, sitting at the bar, and EATING. This was a perfect chance for Adion to study these kind in the form of conversation.

Adion then walked over to the bar. He pulled out the large bag of gold that he had earned from odd jobs down at the harbor. It was not hard for Adion to pull in around 400 gold a day, being that he could move large, short notice loads, which meant good pay. Adion then shook the bag of coins lightly and the barkeep practically bolted from the back at the sound. Once the barkeep had reached the counter, he stopped and looked almost in fear at the large being sitting at the table with a bag of gold in its large hands.

"Is there something I can do for you, sir?" The barkeep asked Adion. Adion then responded with "I would like 2 of your best ales in the large mugs, and 2 of your good steaks, please." Within a matter of seconds, the barkeep placed the 2 mugs in front of Adion, who then passed the one down to Blair. "The drink and a steak are on me if you a few questions for me, hated lass."

Adion turned to Blair and said "First question, what is your name? Mine is Adion." The vere was looking downward just to see the face of Blair, to an extent where it seemed to cause him some slight trouble while talking. However, Adion did have a look of curiosity on his face, and he was quite the curiosity in this town as well.

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For a moment, Blair remained silent after Adion asked his second question. It was something she used to wonder as a child. Subconsciously, one of her hands slowly drifted to the crystal shard she wore around her neck as her mind wondered off to the past.

She was a little girl, around the age of 6. She had wanted to play with the other kids outside the school as her mother shopped for things in the town. However, they began throwing rocks at her. She screamed, which alerted her mother, but the father of one of the other children approached Blair as she laid in the dirt crying. Her head was bleeding as she laid there, but he offered no assistance. He kicked her twice before Blair's mother was able to reach her. "Vermin. Get out of the city if you want to live...."

The wretched memory faded and she gave a small sigh. As she was about to give the best answer she noticed the man approaching them. Her elf like ears lowered at the man's words however she couldn't help but to jump at the sudden snarl from the Vere. Her eyes went wide as she understood the message he sent. No one had ever stood up for her since she had lost her mother. She watched the human walk away and she had to fight back tears. She was still young and her mother was the only protector she had ever had.

However, no one would notice the emotion as her face would be blank. He Vere might be able to sense it, but he would not be able to see the emotion she left. Taking in a deep calming breath, she replied. "I am hated for what others of my kind do. They are thieves and only go by their prime sin they are given. Not many have jobs and even less hold any honor." She stopped and moved her green eyes from the bar top onto the Adion. "The Huamns are right to think us vermin." She spoke with a sadness that was felt in her heart. "I strive to be better. I strive for honor, not the sin I was given." She added before looking down at the table.

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A soft yet sad smile formed on Blair's face. She nodded and thought about the land Adion spoke of. It sounded wonderful to her. A place were she wouldn't be discriminated against simply for her blood and other things she did not chose. "Perhaps I might go there one day..." She mumbled, mainly to herself. She gave another smile to the man. It was so nice to meet someone who understood honor. Though she knew she probably didn't have the greatest understanding of the word as some might, she knew better than most of her people.

The tender brought out the stakes and sat them in front Adion. Her green eyes flickered onto the delicacy. It looked as good as she had imagined. Then again, anything looked good when you have been living off of berries in the woods and old biscuits. Living in the city was actually a bit harder than in the wilderness, for Blair. On her way to Adelost, she could hunt her food, but in the city, she had to earn it. No matter what labor she went through the Humans would never think she had earned the money.

She moved her gaze to Adion again. "Do you have more questions, Sir Adion?" She asked in a quiet voice. Her fingers fumbled against one another in slight nervousness. Though she enjoyed speaking to the man, being around so many Humans and people who hated her always made her nervous.

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"One more. Why do all the beings that I have seen on this 'mainland' have an unquenchable self greed?" Adion said as he slid one of the steaks over to Blair, beginning to gnaw on the second one. He watched her and waited for her to speak. Adion was also thinking about where in Vera Blair would be happiest. Garlion provided a good city climate, and though a small population of vere, enough vere to fill a tips cup. However, Blair seemed more like a forest person with a large amount of honor, which means that if one of the alpha vere of Rukelion found her respectful enough, she might be allowed to live on the island. That would be an honor that has only been given out once or twice in the history of Vera.

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Adion looked at Blair, thinking over his response. Finally it came to him. "You have more than earned it. You have not only answered my questions, but put up with immense and reasonless hate. You have refused to turn to crime, and have worked more than 1 honest day. You have earned it. Maybe not just in this conversation, but over at least a fraction of your life." Adion stated. It was taught into him from the beginning of his life to be kind to those who were kind to all, and that he was. Besides, he had ordered the same steak and the same ale, of course his was already long gone, except for the ale, he liked to savor that. Back in Vera, ale was a rare commodity, as they mainly had vodka and mead.

Adion now began to regurgitate the entire conversation he had just had into a notebook that he pulled out of his travel pack. However, he wrote in Varen symbols. It was not likely that anyone would recognize this, as it was only used when vere spoke or wrote to each-other. They stuck with the common language when communing with non-vere, mainly as a sign of respect the other.

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It was about 30 minutes before Blair realized she had spaced out. She shook her head and stared at the Bartender who was speaking to her, in what sounded like an irritated tone. Slowly, she seemed to come back to what was going on. "Listen you, I have tolerated you long enough. Now that the Vere is gone, its time for you to go."

Blair gazed at where the man had sat. "Oh, he did leave...." She muttered before taking one last sip of her ale that he had bought, then got up from the bar stool. She took a deep breath and walked to the exit of the tavern. As she did so, she noticed all the dirty looks the humans and others gave her. However those were ignored, like usual.

Outside, she took her spot back and stared at the ground. Despite knowing she had to go to work again, she was tired and had a full stomach. Her eyes were half closed, when she leaned against the building. Slowly, she slid down until she hit the ground. She took a few deep breaths before she slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The night had been long, the elf remembered. Sure, there were probably inns in the city of Adelost that she could have probably found a room, but after what had happened in Barberry, she was still rather hesitant to trust herself to the whim of others, especially after what had happened merely a day eariler in the marketplace. She doubted that something as ludicrous as the familiar of another selde taure tearing another hole in these new robes; still, there was something about the sheer absurdity of the situation that caused her hesitance.

What was that old human saying? "Lightning never strikes twice"? Well, they had never met someone that could shoot lightning from their fingertips. There was something out that phrase that should have brought a bit of a smile to her face, but for some reason she found little comfort in that bit of human wisdom. She knew it was wrong, anyway--it was an extremely rare occurence, but she had seen in twice in her extended lifetime.

Shaking the thoughts from her mind, she gathered in what courage she could find within herself and began to walk through the gates of Adelost. White-walled Adelost--the inhabitants nicknamed the city this for its ivory-colored walls that kept out most unwelcome intruders--was slightly smaller than Barberry but still large enough to be a decent-sized city. The people of Adelost were somewhat welcoming to most outsiders, although most outsiders usually did not include elves or any of the more exotic races that roamed the lands of Allevent. Still, the red-robed elf managed to somehow blend into the crowd and walk into the heart of the city with little problem.

So far so good... Now just hope that there aren't any more of those foxes that come to expose what's underneath the sleeve...

The main marketplace was busy for the morning, but it was nothing compared to the hustle and bustle of the crowds in Barberry. Regardless of how much smaller the throngs of people in this city were in comparison to the other one, there were still hordes of passersby that would potentially be curious as to why an elf would wander so far away from her home. This sort of thing was what she was afraid of--people poking their noses into business in which they did not belong. That was one of the things about humans that she did not particularly care for very much.

She sighed as she found a posting board with all sorts of advertisements and notices. Things about having competitions and tournaments were also rather popular, it seemed, as there were a few younger humans that were discussing an upcoming archery competition. As the elf studied the notice board for anything related to a potential opening at the archives, one of the young men--obviously the leader of their trio--let out a low whistle.'

"Oi, dat's a noice bow y'got dere, ma'am," the de facto leader commented. "Wif somefin' like dat, bet'cha could run th'others out'f th'competition!"

Caught off-guard by the comment--and not quite sure if it was sincere--the elf merely glanced over and nodded to the group before turning back to the board, studying the fliers intently until she came across one that she was hoping to find--

"Y'know, Ah don' fink we've ever seen a knifey compete in one'f these tournaments before... Dey's too proud'n snobbish fer us..." another of the group commented, looking toward the leader.

"An' you'd be roight, Reg..." the leader turned back to the elf, who was doing her best to ignore their presence next to her. "If y'ain't here to compete but'cha brought a bow into da city, Ah fink da only fing you can do is sell yer weapon t'us. How much?"

So they were con men after all. Picking on some lonesome traveller for kicks. Perhaps there was not even to be a tournament after all; even if there was, there was still no reason for her to go out of her way to join it. This had too much sentimental value for her to be given away for coin--if there was even any to be had--and she was not about to entrust a weapon of this magnitude of craftsmanship to a random stranger on the street.

"It's not for sale," the elf replied simply but assuredly, finding the information that she needed. There was indeed someone looking for assistance at the Archives; a certain Ambrosia character was looking for someone to assist him with bookkeeping and book sorting. This was exactly the sort of low-key low-labor work she was hoping to find. It might take a week or two to finally have enough money to pay back that Xioban girl, but she was going to try and get that business taken care of before anything else.

The leader of the group chuckled as his other two men walked around behind the elf. "Sorry, but yer not walkin' away 'til we've got'cher bow." With that, the men behind her grabbed her arms, hoping to hold her back as they took her weapon with ease. However, the man to her right grabbed on to something unexpected.

"Damn!" the lackey known as Reg screamed as he looked down to his hands to find that there were a few splotches of blood forming in his hands. The elf struggled underneath the strength of the man on her left, but the leader was too busy looking at his other man's wounds to pay too much attention. "She's got somefin' sharp underneaf dem robes!"

"Sharp? She's not made of metal, you dunce! Lemme see!" the leader smacked her over the head as the elf's eyes widened in fear. That lackey had felt something! Now his leader was going to try and figure out what was happening!? This was just as bad as the day before, except this time she knew for a fact that someone knew that there was something different about her. She began to thrash around in the man's grasp, hoping to run away before things escalated further.

"Now now, we don' hafta do dis da hard way, ma'am--y'can give us yer bow an' be on yer merry way, or we can take it from you! Looks like it might be worf somefin' after all--maybe along wif whatever ya got under yer sleef..."

What happened next was performed out of sheer panic.

Out of nowhere, the leader of the thugs was thrown back by a bolt of electricity that struck him square in the chest. The sudden strike was almost too much for the leader and he collapsed in a heap on the ground, a hole through his clothes and a burn mark square in his chest.

"What the hell was that?" the thug with a hold on her arm shouted as he dropped the poor elf onto the ground and ran after his fallen leader. Reg also knelt down at his leader's side, trying to do everything in his mind that he could think of to resusitate his leader. Bystanders were crowding around the fallen thug, trying to comprehend what had happened to the man.

In all of this confusion, miraculously, no one bothered to look toward the elf that had managed to blend in with a passing crowd. She was nervous--she had every right to be, she felt. Not only did those men try to assault her, but they knew there was something wrong with her! This knowledge only fell on the wayside when she realized that there was a light shining from inside her sleeve onto her feet. This was accompanied by a slight tingling sensation as she attempted to try and dim the light as quickly as possible.

Please let no one have seen that light... They can have the lightning, but please not the light that's coming from my sleeve...

Why are you even walking in the crowd if you're afraid that people are going to see you?

It's better than having to stick around and explain why I was forced to shoot a bolt of lightning into that man's chest and having to deal with his cronies...

But if they manage to find you and turn you in to the authorities, then what happens? You have no money, you have no job opportunity, you are sent to a cell and examined--

If I'm on the move now, I'll have an opportunity to continue moving and find the archive...

But if they see your arm and the light--

Why do I constantly argue with myself in these situations?


After trying to calm herself down for a few minutes and receiving a few strange looks from passersby about her facial reactions to seemingly nothing, the elf came to a large structure with large columns and a few academic-types wandering within from what little light in the doorway she could find. She broke free from the crowd and hurried inside, quickly glancing behind to make sure that the thugs were not trying to follow her. By this time, the light had faded from her sleeve, but she still felt that tingling across her right arm, almost like static electricity in the air...

The elf was greeted with hundreds upon hundreds of rows of books, much like she had been in Barberry's Imperial Archive. People were searching the shelves for any and all sorts of tomes that may help them with their research--perhaps in her downtime, the elf would join them in their pursuits of knowledge, but for now, she narrowly escaped arrest and interrogation. She finally arrived where she wanted to be, albeit with more plaguing her mind than she was comfortable with. After a minute of catching her breath and regaining her composure, the elf walked over to a side desk where an elderly human sat filling out some paperwork.

"...excuse me, ma'am?" The elf interrupted the woman's work after finally finding her voice and speaking softly.

The human looked up with a small smile on her face. "What can I help you with?"

"...I'm here to talk with... Ambrosia... Yes, Ambrosia, about the job opening?" the elf was very cautious, trying to keep calm but feeling ready to explode and shoot lightning in all directions. The woman was not saying anything about it, though--either she was being polite or the elf appeared much more stoic than she felt.

"Oh, yes, the flier... Please, take a seat over here, miss, and I'll let him know that he has someone interested for the job." She stood up from her seat. "One minute, please..." With that, the old woman walked away from the desk toward the back of the archive, leaving the elf to dwell on her thoughts of the events of the past few minutes.

News travels quickly in a city like this, so how long would it take for this Ambrosia character to hear about the events that took place in the market? About the elf that zapped some poor human in the chest with a lightning bolt and then ran off? She shuddered as she waited, putting her head in her hands and doing her best to keep her composure in spite of the circumstances in which she found herself. If the woman or her boss, however, came out to see her crying and acting shy, though, they might dismiss her on the spot...

...or would they just not hire her for being an elf? That elf from the market?

"Miss, mister Ambrosia will see you now. Please follow me."

The older woman gave a smile and nodded in the elf's direction. She had no choice now but to see this through to the end. The elf silently pleaded to whatever deities that may or may not exist that everything that could potentially go horribly wrong did not.

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The elf sat on a couch, waiting for the return of the elderly human who had promised to return with news of this Ambrosia character. Surely it would not have taken this long for her to come back out and inform her that they were not looking for someone like her--an elf too far away from her home and with no business doing anything in Adelost at all. She observed a few passersby take a few glances in her direction, doing their best not to gawk for too long at the blonde with the bow protruding from behind her back.

After a terse minute of waiting and twiddling her thumbs, the elf saw the woman from behind the desk return. "If you'd come with me, ma'am, I'll take you back to Mister Ambrosia's office--he wanted to speak with you, sort of an interview."

The elf, with no other options at this point but beginning to regret her decision to come to the city at all, smiled weakly and followed the woman to the back of the archives to a small secluded office with a label marked in golden letters: Ambrosia.

"Oh, don't look so nervous, dear--he's rather friendly, especially to the ladies." The woman from behind the desk gave a smile before opening the door and allowing the elf into his office.

The first thing she noticed were the papers strewn about every which way around the room. There were small ink stains on the floor that she managed to catch glimpses of in the right light, but the elf felt it best to not make any mention of them lest the man sitting behind the desk would mark that against her. The figure--Ambrosia, from what the door suggested--offered the elf an open seat across from his desk, which she gingerly sat in after stepping around some papers that had been left on the floor.

It was at this moment that the elf noticed the antlers protruding from the sides of his head. Her heart began to race as she thought back to the Xioban girl and her familiar--was this man selde taure as well? And if he was, did he have a familiar as mischievous as Xerxes? Another horrifying thought flashed across her mind--what if Xioban had found out about her arm through her familiar, and then told this Ambrosia character? The elf's skin began to crawl with goosebumps, although a chill in the air could have easily been to blame for the outbreak if he asked.

"So you're here about the flier? You came just at the proper time, we've been a bit, shall we say, overloaded with paperwork as of late. As you can no doubt tell from the state of my desk, I'm sure." Ambrosia was attempting to lighten the mood before breaking the news, wasn't he? The elf forced a weak smile at his joke, not sure whether she should relax or continue to stay on her guard. If he knew something about her, anything at all, it would have been better to get it out in the open...

"In any event, let me give you a short run-down of what will be required of you if you do acquire the job. This particular archive is the largest of them all in Adelost and is home to tens of thousands of books. I'll not bore you with the specifics of departments and sub-departments of literature here but needless to say, there is a book for everyone here." Ambrosia stopped to look the elf over once again. What was he looking at? What was he looking for? Was he searching for something on her arm? Did he know? What would happen to her if he did know something?

"The job is more of a personal request of mine. Lately, it's just been difficult to manage the books here, primarily because I haven't had a lot of time to devote to the archives as I normally would. That being said, you would be responsible for sorting, categorizing, and marking off literature, starting with a section on the first floor." The job itself did not seem too difficult for anyone with a working mind, which was good news in case somehow everything went according to plan and nothing went horribly wrong...

"Before I get into too much detail, why don't you tell me about yourself? Primarily, what brings you here, to the archives?"

The elf froze, not quite knowing how to answer this question. She had come in the hope that she could find some work in the city... or perhaps the answers to questions about her arm--but she couldn't tell him that! Even if he did know something about what she was experiencing, what if he only wanted to exploit her? Use her for experiments? Surely a man of science could win some sort of award for discovering this... this abnormality that grew on her arm...

"...truth be told, Mister Ambrosia..." the elf began, clearing her throat and coughing into her left sleeve. "...I... I'm in a bit of debt... I owe an acquaintance a bit of money, and I need a job that does not require a lot of manual labor and strength... As you can see, I'm not quite suited for that kind of work..." her voice trailed off, not quite sure whether she meant that as a joke or not.

"...in any case, I would have come here anyway... to do a bit of research on my own time..."

You know he's going to pry and ask, right?

Just be as vague as possible; don't go into any more detail than you have to...


Dismissing the thoughts with a shiver, the elf forced herself to look up at Ambrosia for a second before looking back down at the papers atop his desk. Why was she so afraid to look up at this man? Was it because he potentially knew something that he should not have? Was it because he had the authority to refuse her offer of help? Was it because she was an elf and he was... a humanoid figure with antlers? No matter the case, she knew that she looked absolutely terrified in front of him and that if she wanted any sort of opportunity to get past all of this nonsense with Xioban and her familiar, this was the only way without having to resort to begging on the street...

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