After a grueling set of matches in the Arena, Baron Gustavus G'nort Esplenade G'neesmacher Dragoon-Talanador the Third rode his horse down the cobblestone streets to his main source of business, the Golden Ivy Tavern.
Pushing through the doors, he grunted and groaned at the helpers, the boys who do the bellhopping, the girls behind the counter, and even Old Miss Maude, who grunted back about a lack of respect. He gathered all the post from the box and took it into his Office, slamming his door which let the help realize he was in no mood for talking to them.
He took a seat behind his desk, slamming the post down and began looking through everything.
"Bill."
"Bill."
"You may have already won..."
"Bill."
"Paternity suit."
"Paternity suit."
"Paternity suit."
"Paternity suit."
"Bill."
He sighed. Just the usual crap. But his eyes wandered to the latest coupons and advertisements. One slid out from inside it, catching his eye because he recognized the young, overly thin body and face in the ad.
"Hmm."
Reaching down, he tugged it loose. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he saw the picture of Erin Dunbridge, currently under contract with HDT Enterprises, posing in a picture. Modeling. And not for him.
"I don't believe it's in her contract to be posing for advertisements for stores. Even if it is one she partly owns. Hmm. I think I'll just send this.. 'Stitch in Time' a casual message."
He then yelled out for one of the boys to go find a ninja in the Red Dragon he could borrow to send a message in the middle of the night.
Pushing through the doors, he grunted and groaned at the helpers, the boys who do the bellhopping, the girls behind the counter, and even Old Miss Maude, who grunted back about a lack of respect. He gathered all the post from the box and took it into his Office, slamming his door which let the help realize he was in no mood for talking to them.
He took a seat behind his desk, slamming the post down and began looking through everything.
"Bill."
"Bill."
"You may have already won..."
"Bill."
"Paternity suit."
"Paternity suit."
"Paternity suit."
"Paternity suit."
"Bill."
He sighed. Just the usual crap. But his eyes wandered to the latest coupons and advertisements. One slid out from inside it, catching his eye because he recognized the young, overly thin body and face in the ad.
"Hmm."
Reaching down, he tugged it loose. His eyes narrowed ever so slightly as he saw the picture of Erin Dunbridge, currently under contract with HDT Enterprises, posing in a picture. Modeling. And not for him.
"I don't believe it's in her contract to be posing for advertisements for stores. Even if it is one she partly owns. Hmm. I think I'll just send this.. 'Stitch in Time' a casual message."
He then yelled out for one of the boys to go find a ninja in the Red Dragon he could borrow to send a message in the middle of the night.