April 11th, 2017

Me 2012

Poll RPG: Public Service

Smoke looked between the two messengers and the letter from Ember. Well, too much to do is better than not enough. "I'll accept Courthall's offer, thank you, sir." The draka offered a deep bow, relief written on his elegant features. Smoke turned to the kith. "I can offer referrals for Lord Autumn, if you are interested?"

The kith messenger's tail twitched, ears flat. "Lord Autumn will be most disappointed. Are you sure of your answer?" At Smoke's nod, the woman left, tail tip lashing.

The draka, Blackwood, did not look eager to discuss the situation at Courthall in public, so Smoke led him into their private workshop in back. They waved him to a chair and perched on the workbench themselves. "So, what's going on with Courthall's wards?"

"The pesticide component has failed. Our last contractor insists they're working, but there are fleas infesting the carpets and ants in the kitchens. We've even had rats spotted in the compound. Please, master enchanter, when can you start? We'll provide transportation whenever you're ready." Courthall was a half-day's journey away.

Smoke's ears flicked back. An enchanter's wards were proof against disasters, but no enchantment could stop a deliberate saboteur, which was usually what it meant when wards were intact but you had a problem anyway. However -- fleas, ants, and rats? Not anyone's usual choice of weapons. All three at once certainly pointed to a warding problem, perhaps at some overlooked point of entry.

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