[Location] The Aedile's Office (Spring & Summer)

[Ouoo'Graw]

The building was located just off one of the main streets of Mystique. Its walls had once been white, but the constant exposure to the elements had turned them gray in part. A couple of flowerbeds could be found in front of the side of the house that faced the street. That was filled with roses and lilies, their beautiful scents caressing the noses of those that came near. A bench stood there as well, sometimes people who were on a walk through the city sat down there and rested for a bit. It was not entirely unusual to see some one eating there lunch or feeding the birds.

The old beggar Bertram normally took up his pursuits there playing on an old fiddle and dancing for the passers by his fiddles case opened with a few copper coins tossed in it inviting others express there appreciation of the mans art.

A nice golden sign hung above the wooden door and proclaimed the building to be the aedile’s office. It had only been there for a few eras. The old aedile, Zeralus Minette, had resided in a different part of the city, but he had become a victim of the Pox, and his successor, Evander Rollins, had taken the opportunity and moved to a bigger building. He had also found out that Mister Minette had been, apart from occupying a smaller office, of a somewhat chaotic nature. Zeralus’ filing system seemed to have changed depending on the placement of the sun and the distance to the nearest tankard of ale.

Rollins himself had left rather suddenly during the winter of the 13th era in the Age of the Darkening and left the office to Anvael Andares, an Esh’lahier of only seventy patterns had taken the position and found himself working with an albino dorin female that now held the position. The Plaque on the desk read Ouoo’Graw Na Lashak'Garee Na Aslan'Graw Na Mystique. She now resided in the large office that contained a large, tidy desk, a shelf with books and records that were now neatly sorted and placed in a logical order, With two chairs that were placed in front of her desk to allow for those that came to see her to take a seat. A single window was behind the desk, and a small fireplace could be found in a corner. A huge black she wolf-Mastiff hybrid dog laid down in front of it the dog was five foot tall at the shoulder and had a scar over one eye. The dog was obviously a guard pet and companion rolled into one. A pair of wooden bowls near it were engraved with the name Bloodsun not that any human had any chance of controlling the dog as she preferred dorins. She was now used to people coming in and simply watched them waiting to see if her companion wanted her treat them like there morning and evening prey from there hunts.

The pink eyes looked at you as you enter the office and They seemed to not only see you but into you they were the eyes of a being that was foremost a predator and thus they were constantly watching and learning her sharp nose trained since her early childhood to pick up the scents of animals gathered even more information about you as you entered the office. Still even given all that her ears perked forward and for those who knew canines she was greeting you in a friendly and enthusiastic manner those she was not jumping up and down or barking. Instead the Albino dorin in a wine read dress with a royal blue corset spoke.

"Serale, how can I assist you this day?"

Original Post By Anvael Andares Updated by Ouoo'Graw

[Larien Gil'dae]

Midday, 48th brightening of Melora, Spring, Era II of the Celestine Mandate
Era XIV Post Fractum, the Second Era of the Regency of Milo L'Evienne.

It didn't take long for Larien to find the Aedile's office, though it was not where she had remembered it to be before. Perhaps they had moved to a new building since her last visit? Smiling politely at the beggar playing his fiddle outside the office, the young elven woman moved smoothly towards the door. On any other brightening she would have been tempted to stop and listen, perhaps even giving the man a few crowns for his playing. But she had business to attend to on that particular brightening - only stopping in the city for a candlemark at the most.

Upon entering the building, the she-elf couldn't help but be surprised at the appearance of an albino dorin... clearly the Aedile. The plague on her desk read Ouoo’Graw Na Lashak'Garee Na Aslan'Graw Na Mystique. Recovering from her mild shock (it wasn't every brightening one saw an albino dorin... well at least not for Larien), the young woman moved gracefully to take a seat in the empty chair before the desk. Being an Assistant Aedile herself, she knew how busy such a position could be and so, she didn't plan to waste any of the other's time.

"Serale... I am here to sell my three-roomed house within the city." With a smile, she produced the necessary deed, laying it out for the Aedile to see before also retrieving her Imperial Visa.

[Ouoo'Graw]

Ouoo waged her tail and perked her ears forward and gve a short friendly sniff as teh she elf entered and then accpeted teh paper work and looked at it recognising the name instantly.

"Serale, lady Gil'dae, Would you happen to know why your kinsperson Tito has not replied to the corrospondance I sent last winter?" Ouoo had not yet heard of Motitto Gil'Dae's demise though one would think that the death of an arch mage would travel far and wide is seemed that here in Mystique it was a well kept secret.

She then looked at the deeed and her ears drooped a bit. " It is a sorrow to hear that you will be departing our beauty o' a city. You do realise that the housing in the city is not as costly as it once was. I can pay you around 1,500 crowns for the property at this juncture. Is that acceptable? There are other ways to be rid o' the property should you choose."

Ouoo was rather fond of most elves with the exception of the dark elves that she had battled with durring her first night in the city.

[Larien Gil'dae]

At the mention of Motito, the smile immediately wilted from Larien's lips. The news of his death had only recently reached her ears, and thus, it still stung, like salt being thrown into an open wound. "I am sorry... but my cousin is no longer with us on the mortal plane..." Her melodious voice drifted off into an awkward silence as the young woman swallowed hard against the lump forming in her throat, blinking away the tears that had begun to well up in her strangely colored eyes. She had loved Motito dearly. "Is there something I can do for you?"

The news that she would be receiving only a portion of what the property was worth was a rather sad and startling truth... but a truth nonetheless. And unavoidable. She had no use of the house any more, but she did need the crowns. "That is perfectly fine," Larien responded with a small smile, though it did not reach her light green gaze. "I will take what I can get for it." Slumping back slightly in the chair, the young elven woman smoothed her slender hands absent-mindedly across her lap as she looked at the albino dorin once more in a kindly yet tired way, awaiting to complete the transaction.

[Ouoo'Graw]

Ouoo looked up and there was shock evident on her face at least if you could read a dorins face her ears drooped and She bowed her head and made soe small growling like sounds that were unintelegible unless you spoke dorin. Ouoo then looked at Larien as she offered her aid.

"You posses the sorrow o' loss that I do share with you. Tito was to teach I Sorcery as his aprentice this era. Though I know your loss is greater than the one I posses this ones heart is weighted with yours." She then looked at Larein

"It is possible that you could sell the deed to a person wishing to relocate to this city for the currency that you wish. As it is though housing is not worth a lot as hundreds o' houses sit waiting to be inhabited by senients. It is a possibility. Otherwise I can only allow you the stated price as that is what the house would be traded at to get a this juncture.

Should you choose to delay the sale I could try and sell it at a batter price to a person looking to buy one."

Ouoo was actually offering Larien a personal favor as it was not something that she normally did. It was one thing to sell a house it was quite another to hold a property till the realestate market whent up and equalized with the rest of the empire. Ouoo could not help that the housing market was so inexpensive here.

Ouoo pulled out 3 small cloth bags they contained coins that ouoo had known were precounted but she would fully expect Larien to count them as well after all mistakes did happen. Ouoo set the three cloth pouches on the desk, the were simple junk cloth purses with twine drawstrings nothing really major or worth wile about them. Ouoo dipped a quill and waited for Larien's final decision about the house.

[Larien Gil'dae]

Though Larien could not speak dorin - nor had she had many dealings with those of that race - the young woman could sense the sorrow rolling from the other as the Aedile made small growling like noises, her ears drooping. It reminded her briefly of the brightening when she had first learned of Motito's death and she had stood in the street of Natura, howling with an animal pain and rage, unable to accept the truth - that he was gone. But that searing hurt had fled from her body, leaking slowly until she was left numb and cold. Seeing the female dorin share her sorrow warmed her slightly, knowing at least she was not alone in her grief, and brought a small smile to her lips. "I thank you for your kind words. And should you ever have need, please do not hesitate to write to me at Starshadow Keep in Syl'rosya."

The option of selling her deed to another directly was rather tempting. Perhaps she could gain more crowns for the property that way? Of course, then she would have to wait to receive the money... and she was in dire need of crowns to hold her over until she could begin to properly work again. It was a hard decision - especially as the Aedile offered to hold the deed until such a time as the market value rose again - but in the end, Larien had to choose speed over sense. "Thank you once again for your kindness... but I'll just take what I can get now. I really can't afford to wait," Larien explained with a small smile and a light shrug of her shoulders.

[Ouoo'Graw]

Ouoo nodded to Larien it was as if Ouoo had somehow become very wise like a dorin many years her senior. Ouoo singed the parchemnt infront of her and then handed the quill to Larien.

"Just sign here please, The bags contain 500 crowns each would you care to count the crowns?"

Ouoo indicated the blank line on the parchment.

It is too bad that you will not be staying I be currently seekng an assistant, and there are lots o' higher positions open in the city to one that has the proper education to atain such places.

Ouoo then waited and cjhecked over the document and then filed it in the apropriate ledgers then she re took her seat and petted Bloodsun who lapped at Ouoos paw affctioneatly.

[Alithyra]

TS: Second brighting of Imperos, in the season of Autumn, Era XIV PF

Pulling her cloak tightly around her body and the hood up over her head Alithyra leaves her home for the last time. It doesn't take the female Vysstichi elf long to find the Aedile's Office. Seeing a begger playing his fiddle outside of the office Alithyra smiles at him. Opening the door the young she-elf enters the building, and is caught off guard by the appearance of an albino dorin sitting behind the desk of the Aedile.

Closing the door, the young lady moved gracefully over in front of the desk. "Serale...I am here to sell my one-room hovel within the city." With her head bowed, she produced the necessary deed, laying it out for the Aedile to see before also retrieving her Imperial Visa, and laying it out on the desk as well.

[Minerva]

Alithyra

Unfortunately, through happenstance or inconvenience the usual Aedile of Mystique was not in. Instead, there was an assistant, pulled in especially for the job for one day. A young-looking human, who knew enough just about enough about this particular vocation to cope, and was apparently ready and willing to tend to the needs of any city-dwellers who required his aid.

What he had not been counting on, however, was the entrance of a vysstichi. Alithyra had likely become somewhat used to it now in these surface cities, but the reaction she received from him was wide-eyed, mouth agape. It was only when she spoke, and he could see that she was not here to slit his throat all their things, that he calmed, ready to deal with the prospect of Aediling once more.

Thankfully the selling of a house was an easy enough transaction to make. The man looked over the deed and the visa with care, handing the latter back to the woman after a time, before speaking to her, in reply.

“Erm, yes…this is all in order. I can give you one thousand gold crowns for the abode, miss…If that sounds alright.”

[Alithyra]

"That amount sounds fine sir", Alithyra says with a smile as she takes back her Visa from the assistant Aedile. "Oh and sir I'm sorry if I frightened you upon my entrance into this office."

[Minerva]

Alithyra

“Oh…uh…think nothing of it, miss Alithyra.” The young man smiled, an almost sheepish look painted on his face now. Vysstichi were such strange creatures, inspiring awe and fear where they walked, and yet capable of an unusual beauty, too. They were both handsome and deadly, striking and serene…this stand-in Aedile almost became lost in thought, before finally remembering where he was, and realising what it was he had forgot.

“One thousand crowns in banknotes, then, miss Alithyra?” The man queried, rhetorically, moving back into an adjoining room in order to bring the aforementioned money forth. These papers he handed over to the dark elf, still wearing the slightest of smiles; she would be able to cash these in at any bank in exchange for the same number in coins.

“All in order then, miss?” The man then asked, with evidently honest concern. The job of an Aedile required a sufficient amount of care and interest in the people’s wellbeing, regardless of why it was that they came.

[Alithyra]

Taking the bank notes from the young man Alithyra places them into her money pouch. "Yes sir everything is in order. Thank you for taking care of this matter in a timely fashion", Alithyra says as she walks out the door.

Walking out into the street Alithyra quickly makes her way towards the gates that lead out of the city of Mystique.

[Markas Anvilhammer]

The Month of Cryxatum, Aperitus, or Optia, Era XV Post Fractum.

Markas had decided the time was right to leave Mystique and find other wonders outside the city for a tie. So although it hurt the kemite he set out to find the Aediles and sell his father's home.

Markas hurried thorugh the streets and came upon the Aediles. The man wlaked thorugh the doors and looked for a recetpitonist who could help with his errand.