An idea I've been toying with over the past few days. Not very well fleshed out, though. If anyone could give some feedback on this, it'd be nice.
I usually try not to judge anyone who ends up in my office; since at least a few of my customers arenÆt exactly human, itÆs not exactly fair to expect them to know everything about how humans should act when hiring a consultant like me. But this guyàthis guy I judged right off the bat. I didnÆt really like him very much, though I couldnÆt really figure out why. Maybe it was how his magical abilities felt almost greasy, not quite foul, but like something not all that pleasant. Maybe it was that annoying smile. Maybe it was even the glasses. God, those glasses were horrible. He had the Scary Shiny Glasses trope down pat. And with that self-satisfied little smileàugh.
But I digress. IÆve never been much of a mythology buff, despite that sort of thing coming in handy when smiting various supernatural baddies. This guy made me wish I had studied myths and legends a lot more. It was last month, and I was poking through my meager funds to try and scrape together enough money to cover the rent and food for Mouse and Mister. Things werenÆt looking too hot, when there was a knock at the door.
ôCome on in. DoorÆs open.ö
I fold the envelope closed and shut it in the top drawer, just as this nerdy looking little guy walks in. About five foot six, brown hair, wearing an impeccable glamour of a blue suit over his real outfit. Underneath his glamour, the guyÆs got a real old-style collared dress shirt, complete with the cloth tied around the neck and fluffed out in front. I can never remember what those are called. When I say old, though, I mean real old. Must have been in style in the court of King Louie, and with the cape he completed the look.
ôGreetings, Warden Dresden. I am Lezard Valeth, and I have a proposition for you. Have you ever heard ofàthe Four Treasures?ö
But I digress. IÆve never been much of a mythology buff, despite that sort of thing coming in handy when smiting various supernatural baddies. This guy made me wish I had studied myths and legends a lot more. It was last month, and I was poking through my meager funds to try and scrape together enough money to cover the rent and food for Mouse and Mister. Things werenÆt looking too hot, when there was a knock at the door.
ôCome on in. DoorÆs open.ö
I fold the envelope closed and shut it in the top drawer, just as this nerdy looking little guy walks in. About five foot six, brown hair, wearing an impeccable glamour of a blue suit over his real outfit. Underneath his glamour, the guyÆs got a real old-style collared dress shirt, complete with the cloth tied around the neck and fluffed out in front. I can never remember what those are called. When I say old, though, I mean real old. Must have been in style in the court of King Louie, and with the cape he completed the look.
ôGreetings, Warden Dresden. I am Lezard Valeth, and I have a proposition for you. Have you ever heard ofàthe Four Treasures?ö