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[tar_aldarion]

*paces around the consulate*

*worries about Nienor but doesn't know what he should do* :S :(

*is vaguely aware of some meeting on the weekend*

*appears to have a new secretary*

...

*pours a drink and resumes pacing*

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[morwen_elfsheen]

*comes in with coffee*

Is there a problem?

[tar_aldarion]

*blinks at you for a minute*

*realizes you must be the new secretary in question*

[morwen_elfsheen]

*sets out a pile of papers*

You need to sign these. Is the problem one in which I can be of help?

*takes the bottle and puts it back in the drinks cabinet*

[tar_aldarion]

*thinks you're pretty self-assured for a kid*

It's sort of... grownup stuff.

*blankly watches you put the bottle away*

*sighs and turns to the papers* :s

*taps the end of his pen on the desk*

[tar_calion]

*calls into the consulate on his way home.*

:S

*watches you pace*

You're going to wear a trench in the floor at that rate.

[tar_aldarion]

*looks at the floor* Right. :S

*runs hands through his hair and goes to find some of the coffee Brethil brought*

[tar_calion]

You haven't spoken to her yet, have you?

[tar_aldarion]

*shakes his head*

I wrote to her but... I don't even know if she wants anything to do with me. :S