<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Richard_Lancaster_2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963370#msg13963370)<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>Mr Zilby (NPC)<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Rick listened while he nibbled on one of the croissants, something that most people would have thought a weird action taken by a Cap with regards to food. Like all well made objects and Fae appreciation, Rick wanted to make the delightful experience last. Had the food been more run of the mill, then he would have opened wide and dropped the lot in. But the food was putting him in a strangely good mood, given all that had happened in the previous few hours.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I know how rapidly things go in legal circles, generally speaking. So I knew there would be some time taken to work things out. As I said, I didn't want to sit around being bored shitless when I could be using the time more productively elsewhere.<br/><br/>"Thanks for the initial bit of feedback on the contract. It's good to know that I got most of it right, and it'll be a good lesson in what to look out for when I do anymore legal stuff for people. Hey, I hope you don't mind my asking your advise on how to do things properly, you know, be a mentor kind of thing. I am willing to pay you for your time, so I'm not leeching from you. But the sooner I can get myself able to do things by myself, the better I will feel."<br/><br/>Rick took a moment to try some of the whiskey. His eyes closed and his head went back before a loud swallow sent the amber fluid down his gullet. A long sigh was released, and Rick brought his head back upright, the grin shown was one only a Cap could give.<br/><br/>"Zibly... How much for a bottle of this? And where did you get it? And do you know of any other places that have great food like this? There are some good places to grab a bite or a meal, but I have not seen anything like this anywhere in my travels so far."<br/><br/><em>“Authorities are unlikely to release autopsy information before twenty-four hours anyways, so the wait works to your benefit. Now, that being said, I'm glad you're here. I trust your judgement since it doesn't look as though you have tried to slip some sort of untoward legal trick on Harald, who, bless his heart, has no acumen for this sort of thing. I received a troubling letter from Calla not even a month ago, but I was barred to secrecy by her, though I do not wholly understand </em>why<em>. Well, 'letter' is being generous with the definition of what it is, I suppose. As she is gone, I am free from my oath, though I wish that I had not been freed from it under these circumstances. It was not an Autumn legal matter, you must understand, but something very personal to her, but I genuinely do not know what to make of it. Both her and Harald trust me greatly and often consult me for advice, but this was...different. Given her death, I wonder if you might be able to make more sense of this letter than I would. If you would like it, I will hand over a copy of it, though I shall retain the original for record-keeping purposes.”</em><br/><br/>"Sure, as long as the copy is a photocopy, or similarly rendered image of it, that will work fine. Since I'm here right now, care to share?"<br/><br/>Rick wondered about the glasses Zibly wore. Given the thickness of the lenses, his eyesight had to be pretty bad. The glass would probably stop a bullet, and the things must have weighed a ton. Rick didn;t even want to guess how many times the poor bugger pushed the damned things up his nose each day. Wasn't there anyone within the Duchy that could fix his eyesight? Maybe the grump didn't want it fixed, and wanted to 'suffer' through it.<br/><br/><em>“As for the whiskey and croissants? I made both. I find being a lawyer satisfying, but it doesn't exactly tap into the </em>spirit<em> of who I am, so to speak.”</em><br/><br/>Rick's jaw dropped and hung loose for a few seconds. He regained control, closing his mouth with an ominous clinking sound.<br/><br/>"You?! YOU made both of these?!! Fuck me. I hope your skills as a lawyer are even a tenth of those skills that helped you create these, because that would make you a fucking shot hot lawyer." Rick leaned forward, enthusiasm washing off him as the cup and plate were reverently placed on the desk. "How much for a bottle? If you don't have any, can I order one? I have not tasted anything like this, but I really, really want some more to enjoy at my own leisure. Is there anything else, food wise, that you like making?"