Subj : CITY] Move 1c: Who Needs People Skills?
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From : Andrew_S._Toth@wlm.toronto.on.ca
Date : Fri Aug 11 2000 08:21 pm

From: Andrew_S._Toth@wlm.toronto.on.ca (Andrew S. Toth)
Subject: CITY] Move 1c: Who Needs People Skills?
Organization: W. L. Mackenzie C. I.



To: Herman Hardin
Subject: CITY] Move 1c: Who Needs People Skills?

Renee and Percy had parted last in one of the Elven towns in the north. A
bitter argument was their last memory of each other. Percy had argued
vehemently against Renee journeying to Tandagor. At the very least he wasn't
about to get himself invovled  in some 'indeterminate troubles', but he also
understood that when a bard feels they've found what their first ballad will
be, it just isn't a good idea to get in the way.  And so they had split, Renee
bound for Tandagor and Percy headed home.

Arriving at the northern gate in the afternoon, Renee is greeted by a short
line, that seems to be fast-moving. With a small smile, she joins on to the end
of the line behind a farmer with a wagonful of grain, waiting her turn to enter
the city that she'll call home for the next little why. After a 10-minute wait,
and a rather large build-up of people behind her (looks like she beat the
rush), Renee enters the arch of the gates, stepping into shadow. A guard looks
up at her, and whistles admirably.
'Hey, Gregory, get out here! We got a nice one this time.' Another guard comes
out of the tower. 'Ooh, nice.' He slowly walks around Renee, looking her up and
down. 'Nice shape. Think she's any good," he asks, palming Renee's rear. The
other guard slaps his hand away.
'Hold off there, Gregory! I saw her first, so she's mine if she's anyone's.
Let's get her processed, first. Then we can find out where she's staying. I
think she's a musician, too, and you know how picky they get when we touch
*those* ones.' The guard named Gregory grunts and backs off. The first guard
turns to Renee again.
'Now, sweetness, what's your name?' He follows this up with a series of
questions:
'Where are you from?'
'What brings your fine self to our fair city?'
'How long are you here for?'
'Do you have a place to stay?'
At your negative answer to the final question, he writes quickly on a small
piece of paper, and hands it to you. 'This is a day pass. It's good until this
time tomorrow. After that, you're fair game for the City Guard. Before this
runs out, find an inn to stay at. Have the keeper sign the card, and then
return here and give it to whoever's on duty. They'll give you a month pass. If
you change your place of residence, you must report back here. Now get a move
on.'
With that, Renee begins to move through. But Gregory stops her, placing a hand
on each of her shoulders. 'I'll find you later, sweetness.' With a slap to the
rear, he sends her on her way.

Andrew



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