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Post by iamthecircle on Dec 31, 2022 12:33:35 GMT -5
*A letter is posted to the Baron of Valkur's Roar* For the attention of the Kings Lord and Baron of Valkur's Roar, Azorus Crownsilver, My name is Mereremeriamen Yenthyleniamenreren. It is a great pleasure to be writing to you on this day, and I truly hope this letter finds you well, despite the recent events in your city. I send this letter to you with the hope that I might be granted a job in Valkur's Roar. Through my life, I have had a great deal of time and experience studying corpses and anatomy and in my research, have learned a great deal about them. I believe my knowledge and skills could be put to some use in your service, in the role of assistant mortician. My knowledge of anatomy is quite strong, and I would very much enjoy putting it to use more frequently than when assisting the odd doctor or in my own research. Sincerely, Mereremeriamen Yenthyleniamenreren *The script is neat and clear, with a well-drawn image of a scalpel crossed over a staff next to the name* DM Hawk
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Post by DM Hawk on Jan 2, 2023 21:40:18 GMT -5
In a cramped office in the second floor of the Great Hall of Valkur's Roar, a gnome reads over a letter. A finger idly smooths out a well-gnomicured eyebrow as he reads.
"We have openings for three...make that four...council seats...and we receive an application for an assistant's position that isn't open or advertised..."
The gnome glances up a the ceiling. The ringing persisted in his ears, all through the turn of the new year. Ding dong, ding dong...maybe it was a way for the spirits of the departed to get back at him for his hand in their demise by ringing that bell.
Someone sitting in one of the chairs opposite the gnome might see the annoyance in his features. But the chairs were empty at the hour and no one was there to see.
Deft gnomish fingers guided the quill to ink and parchment, gracefully crafting the letters in fine, smooth strokes.
"Eidetic memory...able to scribe two hundred words per minute...A dozen Thayan savants aren't worth a well-groomed gnome."
With that the gnome departed his office, taking the letter to the courier and taking stairs down and down again to inform Master Burstrom about his aspiring apprentice. He hadn't had one since Martin Crumb...
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