[Thane's Office] The Young to Replace the Old (Eraisuithon)

[Gnaia]

Early Brightening
First Cycle of Melora
Era XV Post Fractum
Chronosynch: Ancient Veil Enshrouds Silrosia

Gnaia hadn't been long in Imperia before she'd read in the city periodical that the Lord Thane was looking for people to work for him. She didn't really consider herself cut out for any management position, but a secretary she could be. Attaching herself to a Thane could be a very good thing for her hunt for her father. It'd give her access to far more information than she'd have just wandering around. Thus was her thinking as she walked into the Office of the Thane.

The simple richness of the place made Gnaia feel a little out of place. She was just a village girl, in a big city. What was she even thinking trying to get a job with someone as rich as had to be this Thane? At least she'd managed to convince Thom she wouldn't need his protection this brightening. He'd have made this even more uncomfortable.

An elven man greeted Gnaia before she had regained composure... Thane's secretary. He's already seen me in a position of weakness... Gnaia thought. I'll not get his job that way.

"Serale!" Gnaia responded cheerfully as she signed herself into the visitors book. She was going to out-maneuver this older man. It was only right for the young to replace the old. Besides. The secretary was a man, what man in his right mind would rather a man for his secretary? Especially when such beauty as Gnaia was applying for the job. "I'm here to apply for work with his Grace. Is he in?"

[Eraisuithon Gil'dae]

Gnaia it would seem had indeed come late. A secretary already sat behind the desk in the foyer of the Thane's Office, and if it was that position which she coveted most her goal would be all the harder to achieve. Verilion Ungil'adan, the elf of Sylrosian heritage had already risen up to that task. The man was slender and finely dressed in attractive silks, while his long chocolate brown hair extended to his waist and was drawn back by a red ribbon. Verilion had been awarded the position closely after the Lord Protector's ascension, and served the job with the utmost care and grace.

Eraisuithon was well pleased with him. The Lord Protector felt safe with another of his race that he knew he could trust, that had proven himself already in past times. Much like the Esh'lahier secretary of Archalen Andares had him.

"Serale" the secretary's smooth voice greeted. The elf was well over two hundred eras old, but if he was human he would not appear more than twenty five or thirty ordinations. His acute features still retained the same attractive complexion and flawless beauty they had when Gnaia's grandparents had been children. "Ahh.." he commented when the girl's intent was clear, scouring a page in front of him and on his desk a second time. "Do you have an appointment?"

[Gnaia]

Do you have an appointment? Grr. Aggravating old people. All about the appointments.

"Ah... No." Gnaia answered, then smiled sweetly and added, "Do pretty girl's need appointments?"

She knew well enough that her chances were just as good that she'd be 'politely' asked to leave as actually get to see the Thane, she also knew she would probably not see him today. She'd be told to make an appointment. It's just the way of old people. Appointments! Then again... she might get to see him.

[Eraisuithon Gil'dae]

The chocolate haired elf scrunched his nose in disdain, closing the appointment schedule before him and setting his hands together on top of the ledger primly. Many people came to pester the Lord Protector. People with no practical or apparent use, whores and the homeless, and it often came down to him to mediate such occurrences. The top official could not spend his time dealing with the plebeian rabble. There were many reasons for the guards that were stationed outside the office proper and the handful that actually inhabited the building.

One of which was coming down the corridor from the Thane's study by the jangle of a sword and the rough tromping of boots.

"Oh no! Pretty girls needn't do anything!" the Silrosian exclaimed sarcastically shaking his head profusely all the while. "Please do forgive me! I did not know that you held the grand qualification of beauty!" he threw up his hands in mock horror but could not contain he devious delight "I swear I wouldn't of inquired if I knew! You should of just come out and told me first!"

It was not an inherent trait for Verilion to lose his composed demeanor, but the last article that had been released had drawn a dozen similar ladies in the foyer of the office in the last cycle. Woman for the most part scantily clad and seeking to sell their services to the Lord Protector. Women of the night.

"His grace has no need for, your kind." His tone was sharp and cutting, his eyes narrowed.