<strong>Name:</strong>Oilill [NPC]<br/><strong>Species/Form:</strong>Trithos/Trithos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Larien<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Council Structure, stationed at the front.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Most are out giving orders to elves based upon the recent events that have occurred, ma'am."  The spy, as everyone had deemed him because of his behavior, was highly hunted and the Enforcers had ridden in all directions to the outposts with letters of warning and instructions of what to do should the elf be seen, complete with a drawing of his likeness.<br/><br/>"Through the doors and to your left. Please knock first, thrice, upon the left of the two doors so that he knows you were permitted in. A strange security measure but he has insisted upon it."  It was not too strange but he had no desire to spook the gentle-elf with talk of spies and doom.<br/><br/>[I'm going to include the knock so that you don't have to post something with solely a knock involved.]<br/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Comgal<br/><strong>Species/Form:</strong>Peranos/Peranos<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Larien<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In his office.<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Comgal lifted his head again when he heard the knock of an elf admitted by the guards. There were special knocks for special ranks, and this knock told him that it was a female civilian at the door. If it had been a knock on the right of the two doors, it would have been a male. Three knocks was a bit of a sexist thing, indicating three sexy places that he liked to put his hands. It was a system, however sexist that knock might have been, that worked in identification of the person on the other side of the door.<br/><br/>"Please enter," he called, his deep voice a bit gravelly. Stacking his papers neatly, he slid them into a file as she was non-military and they weren't for her eyes, wondering who she was. He would soon find out.<br/>