Fiorn has been summoned to his Mistress's home. He is a little disheveled, but straightens his clothes and walks into the room. Part of his concentration is on his surroundings, but most of his mind is occupied by thinking over his actions of the last few days and trying to find anything his Mistress might have taken offense to, luckily he finds nothing.
Mesaana does not glance up from her book of puzzles. Her crystalline voice cold. She makes a mark in her book, filling in a number on the diagram in the margin. Organization was necessary.
"You did not report your progress before leaving today, Child."
Pulling the tip of her pen from her mouth, Mesaana tapped it slowly, methodically in the palm of her other hand. A winter's chill in those crystalline chimes.
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"My Lady Mesaana," he greets her.
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"You did not report your progress before leaving today, Child."
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An elderly gentleman with quite a bit of money needed a new will, Fiorn was careful to carve out some of the gentleman's fortune for himself.
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"I see."
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