Personal Slaves
Posted: Fri Sep 02, 2016 12:00 am
Morthos walks into the Fated Licensing Department, shortly after mid-peak. He is carrying a ruby in one hand and is whistling an upbeat melody. Smiling broadly when he reaches the licensing counter, he casually waves the hand with the gem in it, smiling meaningfully.
"Greetings, ye Fated. I desire to purchase and sell slaves, for the use of myself and my compatriots. I'm sure the proper license can be acquired in short order," the Cambion states genially, putting his hand on the counter (with the gem under his palm but still visible). "Which forms do I need? And...oh, if the proper license can be acquired quite swiftly...a gift?"
The Athaon lifts up his hand, gesturing to the ruby (which is now on the counter) with a genial smile of knowing. After saying this, the Cambion appears to be waiting, albeit only out of politeness. He holds the genial smile, but it doesn't touch his eyes.
"Greetings, ye Fated. I desire to purchase and sell slaves, for the use of myself and my compatriots. I'm sure the proper license can be acquired in short order," the Cambion states genially, putting his hand on the counter (with the gem under his palm but still visible). "Which forms do I need? And...oh, if the proper license can be acquired quite swiftly...a gift?"
The Athaon lifts up his hand, gesturing to the ruby (which is now on the counter) with a genial smile of knowing. After saying this, the Cambion appears to be waiting, albeit only out of politeness. He holds the genial smile, but it doesn't touch his eyes.