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While Archurius checks the door Norbwald explains.
"Your Cousin from street has a personal emergency, and has asked us to make sure that you and your belongings are properly taken care of. I know we're not who you were expecting, but I suspect you understand how circumstances could bring us to this, and we have been told that you and your belongs are important."
Achurius first checks at the door to make sure the worm was not eaves-dropping. He knows the type, and would not put it past him to try to collect dirt on his superior in order to rise in the ranks.
Archurius scans the sea of bureaucrats, but catches no glimpse of Baralbus.
While Archurius checks the door Norbwald explains.
"Your Cousin from street has a personal emergency, and has asked us to make sure that you and your belongings are properly taken care of. I know we're not who you were expecting, but I suspect you understand how circumstances could bring us to this, and we have been told that you and your belongs are important."
Themolin looks nervously at Norbwald, unsure of what to make of the creature. "Y-you m-must b-be mist-staken." Themolin stutters. "I-I don't h-have any c-cousins that live on K Street."
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"Perhaps we should speak a little more plainly."
He looks around once more to make sure they are not being observed, even casts a detect magic in case there is magical scrying. He really does not trust the wormy subordinate.
"We were sent to take you someplace you would rather be than here. You did pay for a... vacation, no?"
If one of the group actually owns a wayfinder he motion them to pull it out.
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Noggin finds himself a little uncomfortable around so many bureaucrats, with all their forms, and all the reading and writing everywhere. However, he takes a deep breath, steps forward, and simply says "We're friends, here to help you... Because you asked."
He clears his throat, and looks up at Themolin, attempting to project all the reassurance his little body can muster. "You can trust us."
"Perhaps we should speak a little more plainly."
He looks around once more to make sure they are not being observed, even casts a detect magic in case there is magical scrying. He really does not trust the wormy subordinate.
Archurius does not detect any magical auras.
"We were sent to take you someplace you would rather be than here. You did pay for a... vacation, no?"
The sub-Director glares at Archurius, raising a finger to his lips in a "shhh-ing" gesture.
If one of the group actually owns a wayfinder he motion them to pull it out.
If one of the group begins to produce a wayfinder, Themolin quickly motions for them to put it away.
Themolin replies loudly as he looks around at the desks of his fellow bureaucrats nervously.
He clears his throat, and looks up at Themolin, attempting to project all the reassurance his little body can muster. "You can trust us."
Themolin releases a deep sigh. "I h-hope I c-can." He replies in a hushed tone. "B-but th-this is n-neither the t-time n-nor place."
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Nodding at him knowingly, Achurius follows his lead.
"Of course you are. And why would you not be? We found you a place in town. Sort of a home away from home, where you will be pampered but you can still go to your job. We did not forget how important your job is to you. But surely you could leave a little early? We have everything all set up for you and we had hoped..."