Emlin smiled a smile that actually bore a fair degree of warmth as the hound took the items from her. The elf looked extremely satisfied as Anje accepted with the words she had told the hound to say. Not even the single addition of<i>‘and joy’</i>appeared to irritate her. The instant that Anje’s acceptance ended the Rittmeister brought herself back to a rigid pose and then, with perfect parade ground precision, snapped off a salute to the happy pup.<br/><br/><b>[Teutari]</b><span style="color: #a64dff"><i>‘Allow me then to be the first to congratulate you </i>Stabswachtmeister<i> Varichsen on your promotion. I would say that it is entirely overdue, such a shame that your previous master did not send you to me sooner.’</i></span><br/><br/>The elf placed a delicious degree of emphasis on the hound’s new rank. It practically dripped from her lips with salacious intent and ladled on the best musical qualities of Teutari for good measure.<br/><br/>The Rittmeister paused and completed the salute with the same degree of rigid perfection as it had begun with. Then, perhaps surprisingly, she appeared to relax. The stiffness seemed to ebb away and the elf flashed a pleasant grin at Anje, showing just the right amount of teeth. Half a beat passed and then Emlin gestured at the empty seat before the overloaded desk.<br/><b><br/>
[Teutari]</b><span style="color: #a64dff"><i>‘Please, take a seat Anje. I promise that I won’t keep you long as I’m sure you’re more than eager to meet your new subordinates. I have studied your records and I have to say that I’m impressed and more than a little surprised. I don’t think I’ve ever met a pup as old as you, and believe me, I do not mean that in an unkindly manner. Personally I think any hound living as long as you have has earned at least a nice hat, but that’s by the by really. I only get to make the rules </i>here.’</span><br/><br/>With typical elven fluidity, Emlin took a seat for herself. She had sounded moderately happy as she spoke at the hound. The moment she seated herself, gloved hands went to the bottle of schnapps and removed the cork with a resounding ‘pop’. Emlin poured a large measure into the glass tumbler and then topped her own up. The bottle was not stoppered again and the fruity scent of that particular, alcohol-laced raspberry aroma filled the air.<br/><br/>Emlin looked up, cocked her head slightly and rose an eyebrow. She looked as coy and as calculating as could be imagined. A glass was pushed in the direction of the hound. Her smile spread across her thin lips and her purple-gold eyes all but glittered merrily.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>