by Archmage144 » Thu Jun 20, 2002 7:15 pm
After a short walk, Solis, Aya, and Squintz, following right behind Pratt, had arrived at the office of the mayor. Unlike in some larger, more prosperous towns, said office was far from highly extravagant. Instead, it appeared to be the sort of place the villagers of the area got together and threw together for the hell of it, just because someone decided "well, we have to have a town hall."
It was a fairly small building, yet still larger than most homes. However, despite the lack of visible extravagance, it was apparent that the mayor probably had a bit of money. Out behind the building, which probably doubled as the mayor's place of residence, was what resembled a child's fantasy. Play equipment and toys were literally strewn everywhere, causing most casual observers to wonder if the inhabitants of the building were entirely sane--or if they had children. One, some might surmise, lead to the other, though perhaps in reverse order.
"This is the mayor's domacile," Pratt announced with a slight smile. "From here, he conducts all of his business...a lot of which has to do with making sure his 11 year old son is happy." He smirked, as though entertaining some private joke.
After a moment of hesitation, he lead everyone inside, dragging the group into something that could easily have illustrated every parent's worst nightmare. Well, perhaps not the worst, but a far cry from perfection. Toys and games were, as in the backyard, spread out all over the house. It was impossible to understand how anyone managed to get any work done.
Pratt paused to pick up a small ball before anyone tripped and fell over it.
"Make yourselves comfortable for a minute. I'll go get the mayor," announced Pratt.
Meanwhile, as Mahou located the necessary facilities for cleaning the utterly vile, viscous ink off her body, Darin seated himself against the mast of the ship and stared into the clouds.
At least, he thought, no one had to die.