Ashan 2, Arc 722
On the 2nd of Ashan, Devin Thorn, High Priest of Delroth and Baron von Smooglenuff was just sitting at the luxurious desk in his equally luxurious office and taking care of some paperwork, because that was unfortunately part of being a Baron, too. He was doing it in style, though. He was wearing a dark blue suit, with a vest that was covered with all kinds of buttons that had pictures of little birds on them, because buttons were in fashion that season, and what more, he had rainbow-colored socks on, and he was sipping delicious hot chocolate with a hint of rum from a porcelain cup every now and then.
Even paperwork became bearable when you had nice clothes and a good drink, and besides, it made him feel important. He liked being important and famous and powerful!
He was just checking a note that Mrs. Adams, the head cook, had given him regarding the meals for the next seven-trial, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He immediately called out to enter, in an enthusiastic tone of voice, because, as much as he loved being important and barony, an excuse to take a break was always welcome, nevertheless.
(Besides, none of the paperwork was so urgent that it couldn’t wait a little!)
Korim, the half biqaj butler of Smooglenuff Manor, a man that was just a few arcs his senior, opened the door and entered. He bowed before he approached Devin’s desk and told him in a polite and respectful tone of voice, because he was a very professional butler, “I have been asked to inform you of the fact that there has been a delivery for you, Your Grace. They apologize that it’s a little delayed due to the bad weather in Cylus”, he added before he fell silent and waited for Devin to speak.
Devin furrowed his brow and furrowed it some more because he was drawing a blank at the moment. He just wasn’t sure what kind of delivery Korim was talking about – new clothes, new jewelry, new shiny swords, or maybe more gifts from his adoring fans? – and finally simply decided to address the butler and asked, “What are you talking about?”
“The free mount that you got for coming in third place in the ScalvHunt last arc”, Korim replied in the same polite and respectful tone of voice as before. “You picked a Scalvwing. I told one of the stable hands to take it into the stable and make sure that it has water and food and is comfortable while I get you, Your Grace”, he added and looked at Devin once more, standing very straight, his hands clasped behind his back now.
The young Mortalborn’s eyes abruptly lit up, and then he stood. “That’s great news! Thank you so much for telling me, Korim! Can you take me to my new mount now, please?” he wanted to know, an excited smile on his face, before he continued, “Can I give you anything, by the way? I could give you a cup of hot chocolate of your own, and I have cookies that one of Mrs. Adam’s assistants baked just this morning”, he offered and pushed a bowl that was filled with cookies with white and dark chocolate towards the butler, because he wanted to thank him for delivering that great news with more than just words.
Everybody could say thank you. He preferred to make his employees truly happy and give them all kinds of little gifts though. His goal was to be the best and most generous leader ever!
Korim eyed the cookies that looked quite nice for a moment, wondering if taking one might be unprofessional, despite the Baron’s offer, before he shrugged his shoulders and took a single cookie. “Thank you, Your Grace”, he said politely, but with a light smile and took a bite, enjoying the sweet taste. “If you would follow me now, please? I believe that someone wants to meet you”, he said and gestured for Devin to walk after him which the Mortalborn did, of course.
On the 2nd of Ashan, Devin Thorn, High Priest of Delroth and Baron von Smooglenuff was just sitting at the luxurious desk in his equally luxurious office and taking care of some paperwork, because that was unfortunately part of being a Baron, too. He was doing it in style, though. He was wearing a dark blue suit, with a vest that was covered with all kinds of buttons that had pictures of little birds on them, because buttons were in fashion that season, and what more, he had rainbow-colored socks on, and he was sipping delicious hot chocolate with a hint of rum from a porcelain cup every now and then.
Even paperwork became bearable when you had nice clothes and a good drink, and besides, it made him feel important. He liked being important and famous and powerful!
He was just checking a note that Mrs. Adams, the head cook, had given him regarding the meals for the next seven-trial, when he suddenly heard a knock on the door. He immediately called out to enter, in an enthusiastic tone of voice, because, as much as he loved being important and barony, an excuse to take a break was always welcome, nevertheless.
(Besides, none of the paperwork was so urgent that it couldn’t wait a little!)
Korim, the half biqaj butler of Smooglenuff Manor, a man that was just a few arcs his senior, opened the door and entered. He bowed before he approached Devin’s desk and told him in a polite and respectful tone of voice, because he was a very professional butler, “I have been asked to inform you of the fact that there has been a delivery for you, Your Grace. They apologize that it’s a little delayed due to the bad weather in Cylus”, he added before he fell silent and waited for Devin to speak.
Devin furrowed his brow and furrowed it some more because he was drawing a blank at the moment. He just wasn’t sure what kind of delivery Korim was talking about – new clothes, new jewelry, new shiny swords, or maybe more gifts from his adoring fans? – and finally simply decided to address the butler and asked, “What are you talking about?”
“The free mount that you got for coming in third place in the ScalvHunt last arc”, Korim replied in the same polite and respectful tone of voice as before. “You picked a Scalvwing. I told one of the stable hands to take it into the stable and make sure that it has water and food and is comfortable while I get you, Your Grace”, he added and looked at Devin once more, standing very straight, his hands clasped behind his back now.
The young Mortalborn’s eyes abruptly lit up, and then he stood. “That’s great news! Thank you so much for telling me, Korim! Can you take me to my new mount now, please?” he wanted to know, an excited smile on his face, before he continued, “Can I give you anything, by the way? I could give you a cup of hot chocolate of your own, and I have cookies that one of Mrs. Adam’s assistants baked just this morning”, he offered and pushed a bowl that was filled with cookies with white and dark chocolate towards the butler, because he wanted to thank him for delivering that great news with more than just words.
Everybody could say thank you. He preferred to make his employees truly happy and give them all kinds of little gifts though. His goal was to be the best and most generous leader ever!
Korim eyed the cookies that looked quite nice for a moment, wondering if taking one might be unprofessional, despite the Baron’s offer, before he shrugged his shoulders and took a single cookie. “Thank you, Your Grace”, he said politely, but with a light smile and took a bite, enjoying the sweet taste. “If you would follow me now, please? I believe that someone wants to meet you”, he said and gestured for Devin to walk after him which the Mortalborn did, of course.

