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So then, what kind of work do you have for a man like me? A small smile appears on his windswept face.

Argus smiles, even gives a gruff chuckle. "Me? No, not me lad. My job is to take notes and look over applicants." The Dwarf gives Tempest a slightly intense look.

"I'll get some one to move you along to a waiting room. You'll have a chance to relax and get a nibble in before the next part." Argus reaches over and tugs on a small rope danging in the corner of the room.

"All this shifting around. Must feel like your in a 'Hide the pebble' game, hey? The folks running this carnival are a might... skittish. Big groups tend to attract other, big, groups. A lot of times there's... friction... around the edges of such. People get burned when that happens. Can't blame those higher up playing safe." He nods seeming appreciative of things.

"All around. A lot of fore thought and planning." There comes some light tapping on the door and Argus nods,

"There you are." He says as a young boy pokes his head around the door and Argus indicates for Tempest to follow the lad even as he hands the boy the folder with Tempest's details inside it.

I go by Tempest. My mother died at a young age, since then I have gone where the wind has taken me as it were. The wind has always looked out for me, treated me as one of its own. And for my part I have treated it well back, always shown it deference. As for skills, I have a keen eye, get along well in harsh environments, and have not yet been wrong on the weather.

The Dwarf nods, his quill having quickly scribed the concise version of the words Tempest has imparted. Tapping the quill absently against his chin he looks at the parchment and back to tempest.

"So... other than your natural gifts, would you call yourself a fighter? Or more of a mystic bent?" Argus looks to a second parchment, "Also, is there anything... untoward... you might be wanting to avoid?"

Upon being summoned inside Tempest opens the door and takes three steps inside. Standing tall and a bit rigidly he states. I was instructed to come to this room, I am here for a job and a bit of adventure. He remains confident despite what should be a slightly apprehensive situation.

Looking about the room Tempest finds himself in it is clear that it does not function as a place of rest or recuperation as would normally be found at an inn. Behind a desk placed on one side of the room is seated a Dwarf. There is a nice amount of light coming from the window on the far wall. A large cabinet containing shelves and draws behind her. Another tall cabinet sits against the wall besides the window. Upon the desk at which the Dwarf sits there are a few papers and parchments open upon it.

In the middle of the room are two chairs. One would be more sized for a Gnome or Half-ling while the other would comfortably seat a more medium sized being.

"Welcome! Come in lad, be seated." The Dwarf indicates the chairs. "Quite right. If your here and there's not been something formal we'd all be hearing a bit more noise, hey?" Even as he's doing the introductions he's shifting papers and parchments about. Moving them to one side as he draws a small folder and quill from out of a draw in the cabinet.

"Now then!' He shakes out the quill and prepares to write, "Lets start with our name, some back ground. What level of skills you have. Anything of note you would lay claim too?"