10-24-2017, 09:31 AM
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Demiguise
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Originally Posted by Sneakeh Cat Dorian had made the appointment to meet with Mister Parata early last week, and ever since, he had been dreading his visit to Gringotts. He was not new to this whole moving all his money between banks rigmarole since this was his fourth time moving. Maybe fifth? He had lost track after all these years. However, he was dreading this moment because the last few times he had to move banks, it had been a headache that required two Tylenol once he got home.
Maybe he had gotten stuck with terrible people? If that's the case, he was hoping whoever this Elsdon Parata person was that he would be much better than his previous bankers.
He stepped into the main hall, looking around, before heading to one of the service desks. "I'm looking for a Mister Elsdon Parata?" He hoped he pronounced that name right. He wasn't late. In point of fact, Elsdon had been here all day. Just not right in this exact particular, waiting for an appointment, spot. He'd been having mad chats with a pair of goblins who seemed to think that economic change was in the ~air,~ but could only chalk it up to a goblin sixth (or seventh, since arguably their sixth sense was to do with their metal working) sense. Elsdon wasn't completely sure they weren't messing with him. At any rate, it was good entertainment that he could count as work-related so he felt no guilt about not focusing too hard on the rolls and rolls of parchment that he had to review. "That's me! Elsdon is me!" A wave over the heads of the bustling goblins and the man took a few great strides across the hall to reach the gentleman looking for him. "Nice to meet ya, mate. Elsdon Parata. Lets head to my office and see if we can get you sorted out."
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