Elle's not having a good day. None of the reasons she's not having a good day are particularly new, but you know, being the guildmaster of a guild in debt and down the shitter just takes it out of you sometimes. She's going through their mail half-heartedly, trying to find something that will actually give them money rather than take it when the door comes swinging open and Elle looks up to see...
... Hm, okay. New faces. That's not unheard of, but it's definitely weird. Ah, shit. Have they come to collect for some debt or another? Of course this would happen on Ollie's day off. Piece of shit elf probably knew it was happening and bailed.
"I take it you're not here to give us lots of money," she says, turning her attention back to the stack of very angry mail sitting in front of her. "But if you want to take pity on us and do it anyway, we only take cash."
"Yeah I'm pretty sure someone else took a fat stack of cash to give us your guildhall, which he doesn't own. We've already dispatched a knifecat to kick his ass about it but. Awkward."
Her ears flatten and point backward. Awkward as hell.
"Unless that mail says he does. Which is still awkward."
Elle squints at this woman, trying to work out whether or not this is either a joke or some weird attempt on some debtor's part to trick them into handing over the metaphorical keys without a fuss. But something about the genuinely befuddled look on the woman's face strikes her as too genuine to be an act. And besides, this wouldn't be the first time that some jackass or other had underestimated just how active Blackest Night still were and tried to get one over on them.
So instead... Elle just sighs and takes a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose with the unmistakable energy of someone trying to will away a stress headache.
"No, it doesn't. Or at least it shouldn't, because I still have trial by combat ownership of this place and no one's turned up to get their ass kicked lately." She says this so casually that it's impossible to tell whether or not she's serious. "So I guess that means you're shit out of luck."
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... Hm, okay. New faces. That's not unheard of, but it's definitely weird. Ah, shit. Have they come to collect for some debt or another? Of course this would happen on Ollie's day off. Piece of shit elf probably knew it was happening and bailed.
"I take it you're not here to give us lots of money," she says, turning her attention back to the stack of very angry mail sitting in front of her. "But if you want to take pity on us and do it anyway, we only take cash."
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Her ears flatten and point backward. Awkward as hell.
"Unless that mail says he does. Which is still awkward."
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So instead... Elle just sighs and takes a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose with the unmistakable energy of someone trying to will away a stress headache.
"No, it doesn't. Or at least it shouldn't, because I still have trial by combat ownership of this place and no one's turned up to get their ass kicked lately." She says this so casually that it's impossible to tell whether or not she's serious. "So I guess that means you're shit out of luck."