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Skjalar's heavy, quick footsteps thundered on the staircase as he made his way up to the guard captain's office, still holding the dagger tight in his left hand, pausing only when he nearly bumped into a magus on the way down. "Pardon me," he muttered as the robed man passed, polite only because he knew that a mage was never just handed their position, then continued tromping up the steps until he reached the door, giving a knock before entering.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," he stated quickly. "But I have the dagger you commissioned, captain." He set the heavy ornamental weapon gently on the desk, hilt faced toward the young captain's hand, and blade toward himself, raising his hood briefly to get a good view of the captain's reaction to his quality and speed. The small, ornate blade had been asked for only a week prior, and it was already in front of it's purchaser, beautiful and macabre in it's design, though far from flawless.
"I hope I'm not interrupting," he stated quickly. "But I have the dagger you commissioned, captain." He set the heavy ornamental weapon gently on the desk, hilt faced toward the young captain's hand, and blade toward himself, raising his hood briefly to get a good view of the captain's reaction to his quality and speed. The small, ornate blade had been asked for only a week prior, and it was already in front of it's purchaser, beautiful and macabre in it's design, though far from flawless.
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