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**Sturnik** · 06-13-2010, 03:17 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Ameh

He would never know how they did this multiple times a day. Trystan wouldn't be able to handle it.

Maybe their inner workings were vastly superior to his.

He gripped onto the cart a little harder, knowing that... it was coming up soon. Surely. Right? They'd passed the off-turn with the sign and everything. That was like his landmark.

An hour and a half was a long time, but it was worth it of course. There was a reason Gringotts was the most trusted bank for Wizardkind and a reason the Goblins enjoyed it so much.

It had nothing to do with the discomfort of the witches and wizards who travelled in the carts.

The cart turned another bend and finally began to slow down. 560...564...568. The cart pulled up and Sturnik got out first, clanker in hand. He shook it as he walked.

Just in case, you know.

Stepping up to the vault, he pressed his hand against it, it shimmered and then he used the key on the lock as the keyhole appeared. The vault swung open.

"Hurry up." Or not. Sturnik did not mind. He shook the clanker and pulled something resembling a deck chair out of the cart. He sat in it, clanked the clanker and waited.

06-13-2010, 03:17 PM	#3 (permalink)
Sturnik Head of Gringotts Security Dugbog Join Date: May 2010 Posts: 106	Quote: Originally Posted by Ameh He would never know how they did this multiple times a day. Trystan wouldn't be able to handle it. Maybe their inner workings were vastly superior to his. He gripped onto the cart a little harder, knowing that... it was coming up soon. Surely. Right? They'd passed the off-turn with the sign and everything. That was like his landmark. An hour and a half was a long time, but it was worth it of course. There was a reason Gringotts was the most trusted bank for Wizardkind and a reason the Goblins enjoyed it so much. It had nothing to do with the discomfort of the witches and wizards who travelled in the carts. The cart turned another bend and finally began to slow down. 560...564...568. The cart pulled up and Sturnik got out first, clanker in hand. He shook it as he walked. Just in case, you know. Stepping up to the vault, he pressed his hand against it, it shimmered and then he used the key on the lock as the keyhole appeared. The vault swung open. "Hurry up." Or not. Sturnik did not mind. He shook the clanker and pulled something resembling a deck chair out of the cart. He sat in it, clanked the clanker and waited.