<strong>Name:</strong>GM Post<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>--<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong>At the law office of Mr. Zilby.<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Rick (marauder13)<br/><hr/><hr/>It had taken some travel time that day to get back to his own residence, make the call, then head to Zilby's. However, Rick clearly saved time in the form of sheer aggressive audacity. Which Cheryl the secretary was wholly unprepared for.<br/><br/>She looked unnerved at his smile there in the rather nice office of Zilby and Associates, the caarpet lush, the walls a beautiful natural wood, the pictures and local 'hunting' type art very characteristic of a lot of places in that area of the state. She was taken aback by Rick, mostly because most people were deferential when needing Mr. Zilby's help...whereas Rick was something of a small...no, a large...hurricane. With a smile to match.<br/><br/>"He's....he's back in his office. Expecting you," she said weakly. She buzzed the intercom on her desk and said, "Rick Lancaster to see you, Mr. Zilby."<br/><br/>"Send him back," said a curt voice. Cheryl gestured for him to walk down the hall--a glass door revealed a short chubby man behind a desk that could only be described as 'whimsical' for a lawyer. On the desk were little pictures of with hand-made frames--lovingly carved out of oak with flowers and celtic knots adorning the wood. They'd been painted colorfully--almost like twining rainbows. On the desk, pleasantly, was a shot of whiskey and a plate of what looked to be freshly made croissants in a lacquered wooden glass with the same brightly colored knotwork carved into it...and a plate to match, also equally vibrant and well-crafted.<br/><br/>Zilby was dark-skinned and had glasses so thick they looked like he could probably use them as a weapon. Rick could see his real Boggan look--not that different from his real look, in all honesty. Zilby was clearly a Grump--he had that 'old man' look, yet his eyes were like earthy jewels. His ears, pointed, were twitching lightly.<br/><br/>"Sit, Mr. Lancaster. Let's talk and get to business. Have a drink and something to eat, if you like--try not to eat the glass and the plate, too, please--I made those myself."