 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Conley hadn’t gone down or sent an assistant to go get his plant because he wasn’t even sure what kind of plant he was supposed to be getting. One of the Level 4 Botanists had appeared one day in his office and said she’d deliver it. Which had never happened. And so…Conley assumed the offer had fallen through. It was fine. He had never been blessed with a green thumb.
Ah the lady had decided to join them, well for the walk across the lift lobby. Conley was on his way back to his office after a long morning in the courtrooms. ”Yes, I reported the malfunctions last year. I think maintenance has their hands full. A faulty translation spells is bound to be the least of their worries.” As if on cue, an owl flew over their heads and Conley ducked covering his head with his hands instinctively. He’d had enough owl poop in his hair lately to last a lifetime. He coughed as he straightened up. ”I agree.” He eyed the owl that flew past suspiciously as if Conley expected that it was just biding it’s time to come back and poop all over the three in the lobby. ”But at least memos are getting misplaced or lost,” His mind drifted back to the last meeting he had been in with the Minister and the head of Law Enforcement. A frown formed on his face.
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