[Cemetery] Pietroff seeking for a job !

[Pietroff]

Brightening 5, Month of Kalendryas, in the Season of Winter, Era I of the Celestine Mandate, Era V Post Fractum.

It is an early cold morning for the citizen of Taralon city but not for Pietroff. Already cleaned himself and then wearing his common gear, Pietroff walk out from his humble abode.....

"Yawn.....What a beautiful morning !"

"Well, according to my plan, today, I must visit a Taralon cementary to seek if I could have a job as a grave keeper or else !"

After thinking a while, finally Pietroff began to take a small walk right into the Taralon Cemetary, whose lying not far from The Residential Districs.

Not for long, finally Pietroff arrive in front of cemetary entrance and then looking around trying to find someone nearby.
Alas....No one here actually, so Pietroff began yelling around in loud voice.....

"Yahooo....good morning sire, there is a cemetery keeper here ?"

" I have something to discuss......!"

OOC : Hmmm.....again sorry for my bad english, I need a moderation here, could someone an xGM help me out ?

[Steve]

When Pietroff yelled in a loud voice, a high pitched voice from behind asked, "What's with all this yelling? Are you trying to wake the dead?"

When he turned around, Pietroff saw a gaunt Elf. His long hair was silver, his skin ashen. Sunken eyes and almost
hollow cheeks contributed to an almost cadaverous appearance overall. Were he lying down, the Elf would appear to be dead.

Behind the Elf was a moderate sized building that Pietroff somehow overlooked before. The structure was of drab gray stone. The wooden window frames were weathered to a dull gray. There were no plants or grass near the building. A sign in front announced:

HAPPY VALLEY MORTUARY
propriertors: Dirge Brothers
service to satisfy the most discriminating client

[Pietroff]

"Whoaaa.....you scare me mister, what a bloody hell !", say Pietroff as he startled back when he saw one cadaverous and also suspicious figure standing right behind him.


"Please don't do that again mister, I have a weak heart you know !"


As Pietroff spoken to the cadaverous elf, Pietroff notice a moderated size building made from gray stone right behind the elf. Somehow those building is quite attractive and welcoming for Pietroff, almost as comfy as his own abode.


" A Mortuary eh, a property of yours mister cadaverous elf ?"

[Steve]

The Elf seemed irritated by Pietroff's remark, the squeaky voice response was, "Mr. Cadaverous Elf, eh? I take exception to such a remark, especially coming from a lout such as you. Begone with you, before I turn the dogs on you. Perhaps that would teach you some manners so you knew how to address a gentleman." The Elf turned away and walked toward the gray stoned building.

The door to that building opened and another Elf who looked just like the the first one, stood in the doorway. They might well have been twins and they dressed the same as well.

[Pietroff]

Pietroff tried to follow the elf into the grey stone building,

"Hey hey......sire, please forgive me for what I said before about you, it's mean nothing !"

Suddenly Pietroff end his move and stood sadly,

"I need a job and also a shelter badly, so please.....please forgive me. It won't happend again, Pietroff promised you !"

"Could you lend me a hand for this poor fellow, o good sire ?"

Pietroff patiently waiting for answer from the Mortuary Keeper.....

[Steve]

The Elf paused and slowly sized up Pietroff. He appeared to be strong enough for the work that the brothers would rather not do themselves, but more than that was needed. There was no need for an unskilled worker. Though the Elf was still a bit annoyed by the comment of Pietroff, the fellow seemed contrite enough.

He said in his squeaky voice, "I am K'Arrin Dirge. We might be able to make use of a worker. Tell me what skills you have and what sort of work are you capable of doing. Of course I want to know of your work experience as well."

[Pietroff]

Pietroff take a deep breath in relief when he heard the elf answer,

"Ah thank's to Jorel, you still give me a chance master K'Arrin Dirge, thank you !"

After that, Pietroff listen carefully on what Master K'Arrin Dirge ask.....

"Oh..Yes, I have a skill that may be usefull for your business sire !"

"Actually, I am already finished my Basic Carpenter Training so I can do work associated with wood and I presumed that I am strong enough to carry something.....a small size coffin maybe?"

"Hmmm....well...and about my work experience, honestly....all I have done is helping my father fixed our house, nothing else, master K'Arrin Dirge."

[Steve]

The Elf's interest increased when Pietroff said that he had finished carpenter training. He just might be useful in the business. The Elf asked, "Do you have any tools of your own. Do you think you are sufficiently skilled to make a respectable looking coffin? We do fine funerals, even the cheapest coffin must look good. And you need shelter too? We don't have spare rooms but you could sleep in one of the coffins in the storeroom. How would that suit you?"

[Pietroff]

OCC: Pietroff is becoming a dracula by sleeping in the coffins, waaaaaahg!!!!

IC:
Suddenly one funny image pop out in Pietroff mind, "Pietroff sleeping in the coffins, hahhahahahaha, my sister will be laugh at me !"

"Eugh....well, sleeping in the one of the coffins....well, that's will be enough for me !"

"And concerning my carpenters tool, yes I do have my own tools, not much but sufficient enough to build a coffins !"

"Ah yes, speaking about coffins, let me check one of your coffin so I can analize on how to build it, I hope you have a spare wood planks to make one simple coffin !"

"So can we make an aggrement here mister K'Arrin ?", ask Pietroff while looking around looking for the storeroom.

[Steve]

The Elf listened and noticed that where he had saying Master Dirge before, now he was saying Mister Dirge. If this fellow was going to be an employee, he would have to show proper respect. Undue familiarity would not be tolerated.

"First of all, I'll have you know that I am a Master Mortician, as is my brother. Therefor, you will address us as Master Dirge. Do you understand?" He paused until Pietroff replied and then went on, "Good that you have your own tools. I will show you our best coffin and the cheapest one as well. There is ample lumber, I want you to construct one of each, then we will talk about an agreement."

When Pietroff looked around for the storeroom, he did not find it because they were still outside.

"Let's go in the Mortuary".

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