[job] Citizen's request

[Luhrak Searunner]

Spring, 42nd, Year 513 The Memorium, The Spires Sometimes people were just so annoying. Luhrak sighed to himself as he pinched the bridge of his noise. The human in front of him kept talking as he stood at the opposite side of the desk. Luhrak tried to ignore most of the speech while only attempting to hear the things he needed to hear. It wasn't working. He let out another sigh as he dipped the quill into the inkwell. "Just answer the questions, will you!" Luhrak snapped at the map, half rising from his seat but seemingly changing his mind and sitting back down. The man had become a father and he wanted to register his son as a Spirian. But did he have to go through the whole process of how tiny the baby's feet were or how big his head was? Luhrak sat back down with a third sigh, wondering why on Mizahar he had accepted a job like this. Weary bones, weary muscles, back pain, joint pains, a genius mind that was used to deal with mundane tasks and problems and now a headache building up, like a nagging hammering in the back of his head. Luhrak took the quill up, ignoring the ink stain and went over the questions again. "What's the name? Is it a boy or a girl? When was it born? What are its parents names?" For a moment, Luhrak found himself eerily similar to the golem constructs on Sahova, programmed for a single set of tasks. The quill scribbled over the parchment as he completed the questions according to the man's answers. "Edmund. He's a boy. And he's got such lovely toes. Have you seen them, they're so little and wiggly. And he alwa-..." Luhrak sucked in a breath of parchment and book smelling air as he looked intently at the man in front of him, blocking out all the noise he was making. There had been plenty of tests of his patience in the past but this one easily landed in his top ten. The man started to slow down as he saw Luhrak looking at him, his eyes staring daggers at the man. Only a year and a season ago, things would have ended completely different between them. Now, Luhrak just remained staring until the man stopped talking. When he finally shut up, his lips closing with an audible pop, Luhrak repeated the questions he hadn't heard an answer to yet. "When was he born? What's your name and what's the mother's name?" It was obvious from Luhrak's voice that he wasn't very happy with his current task. There were quite a few scribes in the Spires but Luhrak had been lucky enough to have been picked for the task. The quill scribbled over the parchment, writing down and finalizing the answers to the required questions. Luhrak did his best to ignore the rest of the man's details as he blabbered on about how fantastic and wonderful his newborn son was. Perhaps, if they made an attempt to learn how to read and write, Luhrak wouldn't be doing this job. He could have been doing something useful, like continue with his book. Luhrak managed to pick up something about the man's family being in the refugee camp below. Groaning to himself, Luhrak tried to forget that bit of useless information. He gave another sigh as he turned the parchment upside down and handed the quill to the man in front of him. "If you could just sign there." He dipped the tip of the quill right above the line next to the upside word that said 'signature'. Finally the man left, having finished his task for the day. As he walked out the room, Luhrak could see the line of people he had to pass to get out. Luhrak wished he was able to just get up and leave like him. Being a scribe was an easy enough task, something someone of about 70 years old could complete, but sometimes it just had to turn into this. Couldn't he have been a normal scribe? He was always the exception. Just his luck. Luhrak looked towards the next person and line and nodded them over. "Next." If only the day was almost over.