Hmm, so this was where their esteemed Guild Leaders were staying in Seaworn!
Admittedly, Tiberius's curiousity was piqued! With the despair and what-not of his entire understanding of life as a concept had come under siege, he hadn't had the time to pay either of them a formal visit. Still, following their last expedition, their former untouchable mystique had certainly defanged their reputation. He couldn't help but wonder if Silas was at all embarrassed. Poor things - they were only feline, after all. It was to be expected.
However, when Tiberius had received Agnes's letter, his little heart had fluttered! Firstly, to be written to was a delight. Her handwriting had been a little sad... but Tiberius graciously forgave it. What a sweet gesture! And for the guild to pay for his indulgence, out of pocket? He had been ecstatic! Old habits died hard - and Tiberius had never quite lost his taste for expensive, tailored clothing. He had truthfully been budgeting to take this into account, so with these expenses unexpectedly waived...
Tiberius stood outside of the office, his chin tickled by the top of... a loaded hamper, wrapped in a darling bow and adorned with a lovely spritz of regional flowers. Within it, there was a bundle of packaged baked goods from a local business - as well as some fresh fruit, a gull-feather quill, a little vacation pamphlet and a coupon for two to enjoy up to a certain amount of food for free at a three-star resturant! The oddest inclusion, settled at the bottom, seemed to be a mountable stuffed trout, apparently belonging to a gag gift shop. He had a little button eye, and a slightly loose seam, attached poorly to a cheap wooden plaque reading "Water the odds!" in what must have been the shop-owner's hand-carving.
Beneath the fish, there was a letter - from 'The Guild', thanking them for their work, as well as the accomodations and clothing fund. It wasn't clear whose handwriting it was, though the prose was rather thought-out.
Visually, it looked far more impressive than the sum of its parts.
Tiberius hummed pleasantly to himself, pattering his delicate little paw on the door, cooing a little sing-song through it of, "Oh Aa-agnes... Si-i-ilas~!"
As he waited, he swayed a little, entertaining himself by tapping his hindpaw quietly to the sound of a distant street performer - smirking delightedly to himself as he imagined their coming response.
To whoever answered the door, he would proudly proclaim himself as the lucky cat nominated to deliver this treat - letting them know that the guild had come together to put together a little something, to show their appreciation. Even if it wasn't much, everyone hoped that they'd enjoy the gesture of it. He'd throw in a cheeky little comment too - daring them to guess what he contributed, though he wouldn't say if they were wrong or right!
And he certainly wouldn't admit that it was exclusively from him.
...Nor, the amount of bargains and cut corners involved in its conception, of course.
The two would feel far better, feeling like they still had the guild's support - and the thought of being recognized as the sole benefactor made Tiberius want to cough up a furball. It was a win-win.
tiberius
Hmm, so this was where their esteemed Guild Leaders were staying in Seaworn!
Admittedly, Tiberius's curiousity was piqued! With the despair and what-not of his entire understanding of life as a concept had come under siege, he hadn't had the time to pay either of them a formal visit. Still, following their last expedition, their former untouchable mystique had certainly defanged their reputation. He couldn't help but wonder if Silas was at all embarrassed. Poor things - they were only feline, after all. It was to be expected.
However, when Tiberius had received Agnes's letter, his little heart had fluttered! Firstly, to be written to was a delight. Her handwriting had been a little sad... but Tiberius graciously forgave it. What a sweet gesture! And for the guild to pay for his indulgence, out of pocket? He had been ecstatic! Old habits died hard - and Tiberius had never quite lost his taste for expensive, tailored clothing. He had truthfully been budgeting to take this into account, so with these expenses unexpectedly waived...
Tiberius stood outside of the office, his chin tickled by the top of... a loaded hamper, wrapped in a darling bow and adorned with a lovely spritz of regional flowers. Within it, there was a bundle of packaged baked goods from a local business - as well as some fresh fruit, a gull-feather quill, a little vacation pamphlet and a coupon for two to enjoy up to a certain amount of food for free at a three-star resturant! The oddest inclusion, settled at the bottom, seemed to be a mountable stuffed trout, apparently belonging to a gag gift shop. He had a little button eye, and a slightly loose seam, attached poorly to a cheap wooden plaque reading "Water the odds!" in what must have been the shop-owner's hand-carving.
Beneath the fish, there was a letter - from 'The Guild', thanking them for their work, as well as the accomodations and clothing fund. It wasn't clear whose handwriting it was, though the prose was rather thought-out.
Visually, it looked far more impressive than the sum of its parts.
Tiberius hummed pleasantly to himself, pattering his delicate little paw on the door, cooing a little sing-song through it of, "Oh Aa-agnes... Si-i-ilas~!"
As he waited, he swayed a little, entertaining himself by tapping his hindpaw quietly to the sound of a distant street performer - smirking delightedly to himself as he imagined their coming response.
To whoever answered the door, he would proudly proclaim himself as the lucky cat nominated to deliver this treat - letting them know that the guild had come together to put together a little something, to show their appreciation. Even if it wasn't much, everyone hoped that they'd enjoy the gesture of it. He'd throw in a cheeky little comment too - daring them to guess what he contributed, though he wouldn't say if they were wrong or right!
And he certainly wouldn't admit that it was exclusively from him.
...Nor, the amount of bargains and cut corners involved in its conception, of course.
The two would feel far better, feeling like they still had the guild's support - and the thought of being recognized as the sole benefactor made Tiberius want to cough up a furball. It was a win-win.
2023-04-21 05:06:00 (Edited 2023-04-21 05:10:28)
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