Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141021150035/@comment-3293219-20141029133204

Sebastian sat alone in his study, he had long since finished working and decided to kick it back and relax, placing his feet on the desk and enjoying a glass of whiskey to himself. He sighed, happily as the door opened and purpose came running to him once more, prompting him to lower the glass and swivel his chair to face the man as he entered.

“Jools, my brother, give me the good news!” He said, enthusiastically, even though Jools never contacted him directly unless there was something wrong. The Nord rolled his eyes and shook his head, looking up to the Imperial with a hint of frustration in his eye.

“The ‘good news’ is that I ‘aven’t got any stock, that last wave of cholera wiped out all of my girls and now my clients are humpin’ sofa cushions. You told me that you’d have this problem solved and…”

Damasus raised his hands, with a smile, stopping Jools before he forgot his place and made a fool of himself as he slowly paced his way around his desk.

“Woah, woah, woah… Jools.

If I had known about your woes, I assure you that I would have done everything in my power to help you. This is the first I’ve heard of it and it’s quite clear that you need a little help, so why don’t you and I go shopping for some nice ladies, who I’m sure will be more than eager to work in your establishment.” As Damasus spoke, he approached Jools and placed his hand on the Nord’s shoulders, who immediately felt frustrated by his tone and condescending attitude as he brushed the Imperial’s hands off.

“Don’t patronise me, Damasus!” He snapped, taking a step back and glaring at his employer, he was one of few of Damasus’ underlings who didn’t fear him as he had known him for a long time and knew how important he was as a source of income.

Damasus raised his hands and shook his head as he stood back and looked to Tee, giving the Butler a smile.

“Bring the carriage around, would you Tee?” He then turned back to Jools, with a smile.

“Walk with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“Well, I’ve heard rumours of a small time bandit camp, ran by a charming Orsimer fellow, by the name of Shakh and he has one hell of a prostitution ring. I’m sure that he’ll be willing to help out his fellow man, if his fellow man has the right sum of gold…”

Jools looked over to Damasus, he didn’t like this sound of this, not one bit.

“Alright, I’ll take a look but I’m telling you, Damasus, if I find a wart on any of them, I’m pulling the plug. I’m not going to go bankrupt, waiting for you to finish dicking me about!”

“That’s a fair attitude to have Jools, commendable even, I assure you, that I will not let you down.” The Imperial informed him, gesturing to the carriage, prompting the Nord to climb in and head off to General Shakh’s camp, hopefully to retrieve himself some fine stock.

Damasus remained behind, watching him as he left as Tee approached from behind, standing attentively by his side.

“Erm… Excuse me sir but… I’ve heard rumours about General Shakh’s stock, about his rather…” He stopped to clear his throat as he tried to think of the most delicate phrase.

“Masculine selection…”

“So have I, Tee.” The Imperial admitted, turning back to the Dunmer, with a grin.

“Let’s hope those rumours are false or that they have asses as good as yours.”

Tee looked at him, looking incredibly confused as he didn’t know whether or not that was a compliment or a joke, either way, he decided to ‘play along.’

“Thank you, sir.” He replied, awkwardly.

“Hey, Damasus, you coming or what!?”

“I’d rather not spend a penny more than necessary to get rid of him…” Damasus sighed, looking back to his butler, giving him a respectful nod before leaving for the carriage. Hopefully, this General Shakh would prove himself to be an interesting character, if nothing else.