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medigel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
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Total: 68 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 7:48 pm
Confrontation for Bjorn was not a matter of impoliteness, unlike Dawson who found that arguing with anyone (outside of the good natured ones he was prone to having over small things), but of being straightforward and blunt. No sense in hiding behind one's words when the crux of the matter was waiting, right? Too bad he couldn't be like this with his own personal matters...
He straightened up in his chair and marveled at the office he was being allowed to use. It was as large and impressive as one expected in a place like the Bank of X, and even in the seat of a loan shark, Bjornbrandr couldn't help but feel small in comparison. Clearing his throat, he made sure his hair was tied back straight and made sure the desk was clean (it was tidy before he had even entered the office of course) in an idle motion.
The first horseman to walk in was an attracted War horseman whose wings were as vibrant as a peacock's. Bjorn knew the look that she wore--he found it on Maebe all the time. As such, the banter and flirtation were expected and prepared for, and he managed to secure the loan as well as politely decline her invitation to a drink some time.
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medigel rolled 1 100-sided dice:
89
Total: 89 (1-100)
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2017 7:49 pm
The second client proved to be much, much worse to deal with. There was something about them that irked Bjorn in a way most couldn't in such a short time. It was something about the way they talked about those they had lost in the fall of the isles, about how while the deaths were terrible, the progress they were forced to make had been for the better.
Bjorn snapped and slapped his hand on the desk, jaw tight. And that, as they say, was that. One threat to call his manager ended their little discussion in its tracks.
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