The ancient dragon sat quietly in the small office behind his desk. In drow form his robes hung off his slender body like a queen size blanked would hang off of a child at play. It would have been hard to take the figure seriously except for his eyes. Thousands of years of experience and knowledge could be seen by a simple glance at his eyes.
"May be that is why he was there?" He mused out loud to himself as he sat pouring over the books in the Delta headquarters. Papers, invoices and reciepts sat in front of him as he tried to make sense of it all. Although not an official Delta the dragon had been asked to help out. But nothing spacific was given to help with so he had thrown himself into record keeping, and such. The first part was going to be finances. While he knew the Deltas to have backers with very deep pockets, he wanted to make sure that everything was kept legitimet. Beauracracy could bring down a unit faster then any foe could.
"I can't believe that these are it?" The drow shook his head in flustration. "Who spends $5,000 on a bowling ball? $1,500 on matching eye patches? And what is this, how can you put down beer as a purchase for a disguise? Seriously"
Just then a knock on his door. A quick, "Come in." and it swung open. A large man stood at the door. Armored up and looking as if he just came back from a mission. "Yous Knite?"
The drow just nodded, not sure what to make of this young man. "I's told to bring yous my reciepts." The man laid two reciepts on his desk and as he turned to go Knite could see the mans weapon hanging from his back. It was a bowling ball attached to a chain. The ball said," I Bowl for Splits."
Knite just shook his head as the man left. What had he gotten into. He sighed and picked up the newest reciepts. His eyes went a bit wide.
"What in the name of the 14th level of HELL is this. This is CRAYON!"
Knite set the paper down that had crayon scribbled accross it. This was going to be interesting.
"May be that is why he was there?" He mused out loud to himself as he sat pouring over the books in the Delta headquarters. Papers, invoices and reciepts sat in front of him as he tried to make sense of it all. Although not an official Delta the dragon had been asked to help out. But nothing spacific was given to help with so he had thrown himself into record keeping, and such. The first part was going to be finances. While he knew the Deltas to have backers with very deep pockets, he wanted to make sure that everything was kept legitimet. Beauracracy could bring down a unit faster then any foe could.
"I can't believe that these are it?" The drow shook his head in flustration. "Who spends $5,000 on a bowling ball? $1,500 on matching eye patches? And what is this, how can you put down beer as a purchase for a disguise? Seriously"
Just then a knock on his door. A quick, "Come in." and it swung open. A large man stood at the door. Armored up and looking as if he just came back from a mission. "Yous Knite?"
The drow just nodded, not sure what to make of this young man. "I's told to bring yous my reciepts." The man laid two reciepts on his desk and as he turned to go Knite could see the mans weapon hanging from his back. It was a bowling ball attached to a chain. The ball said," I Bowl for Splits."
Knite just shook his head as the man left. What had he gotten into. He sighed and picked up the newest reciepts. His eyes went a bit wide.
"What in the name of the 14th level of HELL is this. This is CRAYON!"
Knite set the paper down that had crayon scribbled accross it. This was going to be interesting.