by Uncle Pervy » Wed Oct 06, 2004 6:55 pm
"Bugger if I know what they're on about," Eliza says. "Some rubbish about returning the state to absolute rule, I gather. I'd venture they mean their own."
The door opens behind the group, those looking back will be treated to a sight of an ugly green humanoid, a bit smaller than a dwarf, dressed in disheveled clothing with bright and clashing colors. In his hand in a walking stick, carved to look something like a bone. A nametag, serving as an isle of white amidst the multi-colored riot of his shirt, proclaims his name as Brom Sturmgeist.
The goblin strides into the office with an odd rolling gait, showing that his walking stick seems to be entirely for show. Glancing at the group, he then turns his gaze to Eliza and speaking in a rough, gravelling sort of voice.
"Right, We and I done got ourselves up here, Biggun. These bunch da ones ya gonna send after Kitty?"
Eliza visibly bristles. "Will you stop calling that?!" Her voice, when raised, is a bit loud.
"Fine, fine, Bosslady," Brom says, as he goes back to looking at the group with a bit of skepticism on his face, "Them pencil finally give ya the dough to get good help, or are we and I gonna have t' go let 'em have a talk wit' grampy bone?" He shifts his grip on his walking stick, holding it more like a bludgeon now.
Eliza massages her forehead and seems to stifle an exasperated sigh. "I assure you, Brom, that we're doing our best." Then she looks to the group again, and smiles. "This is Brom Sturmgeist, our chief developer on Artificial Intelligence team. I imagine he can answer any questions you have in that regard."