<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/PsVJPDa.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name:  Benjamin Benedict Brighton (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=266077.msg13173582#msg13173582)</strong><br/><br/><strong>STAFF</strong><br/><br/><strong>Situation:</strong>Successful delivery and downtime!<br/><br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Avicia, Travers, Open<br/><br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong><em>None</em><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Benjamin Brighton strode forward across the Bazaar channel that led directly to the One-Night Bride, pleased at another successful jaunt into the unknown. He had disappeared nearly a month prior, having notified his employer - on shockingly short notice - that he was about to dive into another unknown doorway that had appeared. His past month had been an outlandish adventure of heroism and hijinks, bargaining and theft - tales of adventure that would doubtless become larger and even more exciting with retelling. He could not be happier.<br/><br/>He strode forward and slammed his hands into the front doors of the One-Night Bride, and the doors swung open with a soft hiss. Benjamin scowled, as he had once again forgotten that he simply<em>could not</em>make a melodramatic entrance here. He glanced back at the three young men walking behind him, each carrying a heavy mahogany crate, and gestured for them to follow.<br/><br/>With his entrance thwarted, Benjamin chose to skirt the perimeter of the room, rather than striding boldly down the middle. He wanted to present his prizes to the House, but he knew that Madame Celeste would not be interested in most of what he had to offer. While cases of Dragonfire Brandy and Troll Sweat might be of great interest to the more mixology-minded residents and visitors in the Great Room, it wasn't anything that hadn't been seen before.<br/><br/>With brief words, he directed two of the three youngsters off to the bar, to be directed from there where the intoxicants could be best stored. The boys had already been paid - both in coin and in a promise of a new and exciting world to be in, with far more opportunities than they ever would have had in their backwater world. Once they had delivered their cargo, they would be free to go on their way, and Benjamin did not expect to see them ever again. In the Bazaar, they could die within a day, or find some new adventure of their own. They knew this when they signed on for this delivery job, and Benjamin felt that he owed them nothing more than that.<br/><br/>As those two went off in their direction, Benjamin led the third to the kitchen, to deliver the rather larger crate of the three, filled with exotic meats, vegetables, and spices from a world where magic was king, dragons were very real, and adventurers risked life and limb in dark and dangerous dungeons for petty rewards of gold and fame. Benjamin felt that he was above that sort of nonsense, despite being a sort of<em>adventurer</em>in his own way. He patted his flintlock pistol in remembrance - it worked in most places he'd been to, and was quite effective in that world of dungeons and dragons, whereas something more technologically-built would fail quickly, if not immediately.<br/><br/>With that taken care of, Benjamin only had one more prize to deliver, and that was more personal. He was certain that Madame Celeste would take interest in the leather-clad book he had in his vest pocket, a hand-written memoir of a succubus who had renounced her blood heritage, and forsaken the pleasures of the flesh... up until she met a noble knight who had won her heart.<br/><br/>He returned to the Great Room, acquiring a glass of whiskey on his way past the bar. With his<em>duties</em>taken care of, he'd earned a respite, and felt in the mood to rest, relax, and take in the sights of the Bazaar for a while - at least, until his wanderlust took him to another new world. The last delivery was not duty, so much as honor - he greatly respected the opportunities that Madame Celeste had given him, and especially the place he now called<em>home</em>.<br/><br/>He looked out over the people in the Great Room. Many showed some glimmer of a promise of something new and different, but at the same time, he already knew many of them. His eyes lit on Travers, who had been chatting with a blonde woman, somewhat more conservatively dressed than most who entered the One-Night Bride, but certainly not<em>that</em>far out of the range to be especially noteworthy in that sense. Travers would be able to pass a message to the Madame, and let her know that he had something for her personally, but it seemed he was occupied at the moment.<br/><br/>As Travers came over to the Bar, Benjamin lifted his chin and doffed his hat in greeting. "<strong>When you have a moment, good sir,</strong>" he said, knowing that Travers would understand the request well enough.