- Posting Speed
- 1-3 posts per day
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- Writing Levels
- Adaptable
- Preferred Character Gender
- Primarily Prefer Female
- Genres
- Fantasy, Sci-fi, Superhuman
"My... approval?" he asked himself, confused. "Oh yes, of course! My approval! Yes, you have my approval good sir!" he declared.
"You know, unless she doesn't like it..." he whispered.
He thought on the second question. "From the whole goblins and wolves thing she might be unavailable for a while. Maybe you could stay here for a bit longer and I'll have one of my servants outside to send word when she's nearby. It's not often that I have company."
As the maid opened the door, a man could be heard barging in. "It is I, Baron Tolmeyer the great and admirable!"
"..."
"Where is the mayor?" he asked.
The maid began "He's in the dining room with another guest, perhaps you should-"
"Rolf Tolmeyer waits for nothing and no one!" the man said, taking broad steps and moving his arms emphatically as he trotted into the dining room. He had a pencil mustache, a mole, and unkempt, greasy black hair. He wore burgundy noblemen's clothes with gold buttons and a burgundy tricorne with a green feather in it. In his hand he held a small sack which jingled with the sound of coins as he walked. He was decorated with three teeth and a human ear like they were medals.
"Who is this?" the man asked, pointing a finger at Thadeus. His nails were long and dirty. "I want to talk privately!" he screeched. It was less like the demand of someone of status and more like that of a petulant child.
"You know, unless she doesn't like it..." he whispered.
He thought on the second question. "From the whole goblins and wolves thing she might be unavailable for a while. Maybe you could stay here for a bit longer and I'll have one of my servants outside to send word when she's nearby. It's not often that I have company."
As the maid opened the door, a man could be heard barging in. "It is I, Baron Tolmeyer the great and admirable!"
"..."
"Where is the mayor?" he asked.
The maid began "He's in the dining room with another guest, perhaps you should-"
"Rolf Tolmeyer waits for nothing and no one!" the man said, taking broad steps and moving his arms emphatically as he trotted into the dining room. He had a pencil mustache, a mole, and unkempt, greasy black hair. He wore burgundy noblemen's clothes with gold buttons and a burgundy tricorne with a green feather in it. In his hand he held a small sack which jingled with the sound of coins as he walked. He was decorated with three teeth and a human ear like they were medals.
"Who is this?" the man asked, pointing a finger at Thadeus. His nails were long and dirty. "I want to talk privately!" he screeched. It was less like the demand of someone of status and more like that of a petulant child.
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