Betty Beelzeboop
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- Posted: Sat, 28 Jan 2012 05:12:47 +0000
Guildhall Ward: The Dark Swan <<<
Athrien's message was picked up by a passing prostitute who carried the message to Lovi in her personal office.
"Madame," she spoke with a youthful inflection, though her complexion suggested she carried more years than she would care to admit, "There is someone to see you in the entrance hall.."
Dammit. She exhaled for an extent of time and closed her book gently. And just when she had gotten to a good part... Best see to whatever the matter was before it took away the better part of her down time. If it was a client she would simply have to turn him down for the evening and remind him that she did, in fact, work by scheduled appointments.
Her remarkably short hair had dried in the warm glow of the fire and sat in scuffled mess atop her head. She adjusted her robe for modesty, but it was yet quite clear that she didn't wear much else beneath it. Her profession notwithstanding, the guild was her home and she was not about to abandon the small comforts a home warranted.
She recognized Athrien by his attire when she came to meet him. She was admittedly a little surprised to find him back so soon. And alone.
"Welcome," she greeted him, "I take it you come to me with inf- what happened to you?" The inquiry switched gears as she came close enough to observe that this man was not quite the same as when she had met him prior. He looked as though he'd been through hell.
Athrien's message was picked up by a passing prostitute who carried the message to Lovi in her personal office.
"Madame," she spoke with a youthful inflection, though her complexion suggested she carried more years than she would care to admit, "There is someone to see you in the entrance hall.."
Dammit. She exhaled for an extent of time and closed her book gently. And just when she had gotten to a good part... Best see to whatever the matter was before it took away the better part of her down time. If it was a client she would simply have to turn him down for the evening and remind him that she did, in fact, work by scheduled appointments.
Her remarkably short hair had dried in the warm glow of the fire and sat in scuffled mess atop her head. She adjusted her robe for modesty, but it was yet quite clear that she didn't wear much else beneath it. Her profession notwithstanding, the guild was her home and she was not about to abandon the small comforts a home warranted.
She recognized Athrien by his attire when she came to meet him. She was admittedly a little surprised to find him back so soon. And alone.
"Welcome," she greeted him, "I take it you come to me with inf- what happened to you?" The inquiry switched gears as she came close enough to observe that this man was not quite the same as when she had met him prior. He looked as though he'd been through hell.