Good. Both the Epics are leaving. That should save Fish another headache, as long as they’re not too fast with their task. He’s still got at least an hour until he needs to be at the docks.
For now, Fish resigns himself to his office work. Pages and pages of reports fill his desk, with several about Sundew. Boring, boring, boring. Epics like Fish are meant to be out staking claims on territory, not sitting here running a city. Someone’s gotta do it, though, and he’s taken it upon himself to make sure his hard work in securing the city doesn’t go to waste.
Fish’s door is slightly ajar, so he hears someone asking his receptionist for a meeting with him. As much as he’d rather yell at the person to go away, it gives him an excuse to ignore his deskwork for a longer period of time. He stands and opens his door. The person talking to his new (incompetent) receptionist is someone Fish has never seen before. They’ve got the air of an Epic, but Fish isn’t too sure. Best to approach with caution so that his headquarters doesn’t get destroyed.
“Who are you and what do you want?”
@TwinSouls
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“Uh, I can deflect things,” Parry says, shuffling backwards another step. This is terrible.