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medigel rolled 3 6-sided dice:
4, 3, 6
Total: 13 (3-18)
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 Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 10:38 pm
Perhaps the worst part to Bjorn about coming back to the bank was remembering the kind of horseman who ran it. Even without Crane's cold smiling demeanor to consider, the monopoly on the Clans' economy rubbed Bjorn the wrong way. It was...What was the word he learned from Merriam Webster? Mafia. That's what it was. A group of humans who organized crime for profit. Not that the bank was unscrupulous per se, minus the, ah...forceful means they collected their debts...
Thankfully, Bjorn didn't have to worry about that this time. He was a processor, which seemed to him to just be an upper level bank teller with more money to handle. While flipping through these bills, he came across a human mother and her...child (this seemed questionable as the child was almost as tall as she was) who wanted to open an account. And apparently he wasn't doing it fast enough, or asking the wrong questions, because by the gods did she like to yell about his incompetence.
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medigel rolled 3 6-sided dice:
6, 3, 6
Total: 15 (3-18)
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2017 10:40 pm
For most of his shift it was quiet, save for the unusual customer here or there. Most of the other tellers didn't seem bothered; Bjorn admired their resilience. He was stuck towards the end of his shift, naturally, with a foul tempered War horseman, and dear gods, he was ready to deal with her going full blown fifty-foot monster horse like it was the embassy again. Apparently she was just pissed about some policy about over drafting accounts, which Bjorn could sympathize with but otherwise not really help.
Well at least here he didn't have to worry about buildings getting burned down.
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