<< As ok'd by Pat, the LMO is going to be NPC'd by the Ops for a short time. >>
> > To Lord Marshal Gerhardt Menan > > My name is Brin Winter, and up until the beginning of last fall I > was a guard > in Mysthaven. Due to .. unforeseen medical complications, i was > forced to take > a leave of absence. Since said medical complications have been .. > resolved, I > seek reinstatement in the guard. The only problem is that at the > time of my > Leave, i had tendered a transfer order to Brookshire which never > really came > through. > > I'd be willing to take either Mysthaven or Brookshire, wherever > i'm needed, > sir. I look forward to serving you and the crown. > > Brin Winter > > Better .. much better. Sanding it, she waited while it soaked the > ink up and > then carefully rolled it up and tied it. Once daylight arrived > she would ride > into town on Dee Dee and deposit it at the Lord Marshals office > personally. The Lord Marshall knew this woman's name, but how he knew it wasn't immediately clear to his overworked brain. He re-read the missive she'd delivered. She in fact stood waiting in the outer office as he'd instructed his assistant Guilane Bennot to request of her. "Unforeseen complications..." as she noted in her letter covered a lot of ground. She could be recovering from anything - recently possessed by a demon to a knife wound. He stood up and walked through to the outer office and gazed at her. She was a small woman by first impression; those were sometimes the scrappiest. With knowledge only he knew regarding the future state of the guard forces, he made his decision. "Winter. I don't much care why it is you were on leave, but my guards are healthy and in top shape. Head down to the infirmary for a physical as soon as possible and also schedule a session on the training course. Assuming you pass those, and assuming the reason you wanted to transfer is no longer pressing, you can take up 1st guardsmen duties out of MystHaven. City proper or countryside sector, your choice." After Brin Winter left, the Lord Marshall turned to his assistant and inquired if Bennot knew anything about the woman. "Aye Gerhardt, she's the bird Denali lost his mind over." Oh yes. He recalled her name now, linked to the attack on Cole. "Indeed," the Lord Marshall muttered as he returned to his mountain of work littered on his desk. -- To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: [EMAIL PROTECTED] Archives & Other DMI Lists: http://islesofmyst.com/lists.php3
