by pd Rydia » Fri Sep 26, 2003 4:34 pm
The old woman hustled the group into the house, bringing them into a living room of sorts. The floor was covered with a dusty maroon rug and the walls were papered in a faded yellow and purple floral design. In the room were many straight-backed chairs and one particularly overstuffed couch.
"Have a seat," she said imperiously, more of a command than an invitation, as she bustled into the next room to, presumably, set a kettle going. The sound of indistinct voices could be heard through the walls of the house, and shortly the old woman came back into the room, preceeded by a pudgy man in rumpled finery.
The woman proceeded to pour tea for the group, while the plump man had a seat in a chair and cleared his throat importantly. "So," he began, sounding like he was unsure how it was most proper to go about this business. "You folk are here for the mercenary job, yes? Well, my name is Sir Melvin Poffinstock." He paused, hoping for some recognition of his illustrious name. Recieving none, he continued, "I have been chosen by the Committee of Elders to brief you folks on our...situation. You are here for the mercenary job, correct? Yes, well...may I have the honor of knowing your names? Oh, and you may ask any questions you would like answered before we proceed."