25th Spring 515 AV
Morning, 9th Bell
Morning, 9th Bell
While there was no formal notice, no grand announcement or placing up of copious amounts of fliers, the S.W.I. was once more open for business to the public. Though admittedly in a new city with a new start, Fallon was still uncertain on how Zeltiva would take to such an establishment opening - then again, she was surprised tolerated such a business for so long. Perhaps things would be different, maybe they would accept her with open arms and come flocking to her - in good time of course. The first few days had been both slow and painful, left in the isolation of the office to deal with the simple things that needed to be dealt with. Now, it was the case of merely learning what she could of the city and the area she was to work in.
There was however, still things to do and organise. Hitching the small chest under one arm, and hanging the pack off her the opposite shoulder, Fallon barged the door of the office open, breathing heavy as she gained entrance. Balancing there, she gave a hurried step in as she let the pack slide from her shoulders, and then continued on with the chest. It was only once she had reached the window that she placed it down, letting it gently thud to the floor as it found rest at the base of the window. With a stretch she released a sigh, her gaze turning back around to the contents of the office itself. Sparse, clean, her coat was still hanging on the hook beside the door. Pacing her way around she took up the pack and placed it next to the desk. The next few moments were nothing more than taking out the contents.
Note book, paper, ink, quill. The tools required for letter writing and the sealing there of. The signet ring, a wolf's head emblazoned into its surface was put down carefully, her lips pursing into a line as she studied what was now before her. With a drag out of the chair she leaned back into it, staring as she pondered how to exactly sort things - a long lacklustre activity with little mental stimulation. The papers were neatly stacked and placed in one of the desk draws, a resounding clunk as she closed it a little too firmly. Ink and quill was placed to the top right of her writing space. Hands brushed the surface after that, the placing of the notebook firmly upon the desk in position.
With only a small smile to herself she moved once more, chair scraping as she worked her way back around the room. The bag was dragged behind her and hung in place next to the coat, the worn gloves pulled off as she gave a final nod to the room before her. Everything was set into place as she liked it, all that she had to do now was wait for whatever was to come her way. With the door placed ajar, the once gang leader of Sunberth gave a final approving nod and brought herself to settle down within the confines of the office. It was time to start a new life and create a new identity to exist upon.
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