There are many occupations in this world. Many young men yearn to serve as officers in their nation's respective army. Others strive to become a healer or a politician. Some are, instead, forced into the role of peasant or beggar. Indeed, there are many jobs that are decidedly less than pleasant. However, I am wholly convinced that the worst job in the world is that of the Ambassador to Rainos.
About this creation
I placed my hands on the wooden table, incredulous. Worn and unsteady, little more than a board held up with sticks, it had been brought outside Guaire especially for this meeting. It was a rather sub-par specimen. It was, however, not as rotten as the man facing me.
Lord Zenric sneered, showing several missing teeth. He was a Guaire captain of disrepute, having been caught stealing from the treasury several times. He only remained in his position because his brother was a high-ranking nobleman.
"Tha's what I said," he slurred, having had a pint (or possibly a gallon) too many before the exchange. "I'll bring it up wi' the lords. Ye'll 'ave yer answer in at least tree months, no' before. Maybe four. Or five."
I growled softly. This whole week had been a debacle. First we had arrived to find that some joker named Luke had taken the ambassador's quarters. So we combed Guaire for any place to stay and found ourselves in the worst inn in the city. Then, the next day, we had tried to make an appointment with the leadership - needless to say, that didn't go well. It was only now that we had managed to talk to anyone, and look where that was getting us.
"But isn't there any way I can get in earlier?" I asked, straining to keep the anger out of my voice. The maelstrom inside pushed me to roast this wine-sodden meathead to a crisp, but I held it back with some difficulty.
"Nope, sorry," he leered. "C'mon, boys, let's pack up!"
With that, his bodyguards scrambled to the ends of the table and the three strolled back into the city, leaving us in the reddish dust.
"That went well," Zephyr said.
"Methinks we should try a different tactic," asserted Ferrin.
I said nothing. I was too busy preventing myself from burning the city of Guaire to the ground.
Again, whoops. I had meant to take more pictures, but the build was destroyed before I had a chance, so you get this. :P
It's good to be caught up, though. Now I can focus on moving the story forward.