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[man_heart]

*has been getting her bearings in town for a while now*

*decides that she needs to find gainful employment*

*Winds up at the Numenorean Consulate, thinking that it looks vaguely more mortal-ish than the rest of the town*

*goes in and gapes at the decor*

OH my GOD. Art pieces. Plush carpets. A water-cooler? They're a bunch of softies!*ambles

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[tar_calion]

*wanders out of his office a little while after Caranthire*

*saunters down the stairs brooding over the loss of his palantir-privacy*

[man_heart]

*looks you up and down*

Ooh, leather, armour, weapons...

WOOF!

[caranthire]

*smirks*

Yes. That's Pharazon. He's ALSO married.

[man_heart]

So am I, technically. >:D

[caranthire]

He's also madly in wuv with his wife and they just had a son, so I wouldn't get my hopes up.

[man_heart]

Hey, I at least look, can't I?

*wolf-whistles*

[caranthire]

*sniggers*

[tar_calion]

*turns round*

Can I help you? >:|

[caranthire]

Pharazon, meet Emeldir.

[tar_calion]

*double-take* Emeldir? THE Emeldir?

[man_heart]

You've heard of moi?

*postures* :))

[tar_calion]

Of course I've heard of you, I'm descended from you. Your exploits are quite well-documented.

[man_heart]

I'm descended from you.

Oh. Damn. How many generations?

[caranthire]

Oh, about as many generations apart as he is from me, give or take.

[tar_calion]

Twenty-seven exactly. ;)

[man_heart]

Twenty-seven? Oh super!