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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*

[tar_calion]

Um. Yes. Super. >.>

[man_heart]

So. Pharazon. Got any work for a shield-maiden?

And are there any more like you at home? Mrwar. ;)

[tar_calion]

I might do. Show your worth your weapon of choice and I'll consider it.

You're not very subtle are you?

[man_heart]

You won't be disappointed. I live to smite.

Life's too short for subtlety.

[tar_calion]

I'll organise an audition.

I'll introduce you to my grandfather then, you'll get along famously.

[man_heart]

Topping!

Does he look like you?

[tar_calion]

Um. Indeed.

Well he's got the same beard...

[man_heart]

Raaaa-ther!

LOVE the beard. Gives me something to HANG ON TO. WOOF WOOF!

[tar_calion]

*backs away slowly*

*mumbles a good-bye in Taliska* :S

[caranthire]

How long did you spend working that out?

[tar_calion]

Not long. My father's obsessed with heredity, he drummed it into me from early age. The geekyness was thrust upon me, it wasn't my choice, I swear.

[caranthire]

Uh-huh. That's what ALLLLL geeks say. >:)

[tar_calion]

I am not a geek.

[caranthire]

Not even about bows and arrows?

[tar_calion]

. . .

Well. Maybe about that. And possibly seacraft. And tactics. Languages possibly when I'm feeling sedate. But that's IT.