Bryn as usual was getting irritated with the paperwork. License renewal, bills, the whole 9 yards. It wasn’t best part of the job and he’d much prefer going out to actually work but owning his own agency had its downsides. But it was nothing he couldn’t deal with. Tossing the latest signed bit of paper work into a pile and leans back in his chair. He lowers the light gray hat over his eyes, matching the suit he wore. However his soon to be taken break was interrupted by the arrival of what he had hoped to be a client. It turned out to be wrong.<br/><br/>His gut was telling him something was wrong the moment he opened the door. He looked at the man as he entered the room. He reached under his desk to wrap his hands around the disguised artifact he had under his desk. A sword it had been when he first got it but for now it was an old revolver, inscribed on one side of the barrel the declaration of the name and year of its creation in medieval Castilian. IO SOI TISONA FUE FECHA EN LA ERA DE MIL E QUARENTA. The other side of the barrel had a Latin inscription AVE MARIA ~ GRATIA PLENA ~ DOMINUS TECUM, markings revealing what it really was.<br/><br/>As the man suddenly charged him after declaring his intent there was a very audible click as he pressed it forward into the man’s gut. “Yes. I’m Bryn Toledo and this is my office. Now then, I’m going to ask who you are and who you’re working for. Be grateful I’m not aerating you out but I just finished paying my bills and I would hate to have to pay someone to fix the dry wall.” Bryn declared trying to<em><strong>convince</strong></em>him to stop and tell him what was going on. He was not the most intimidating of men if going by appearance alone, slim, petite, androgynous looks with chestnut brown hair and emerald green eyes. But now as he narrowed his eyes on the man in front of him with his piercing green eyes, a steely tone undercutting his normally soft voice, there was something dangerous about him. The gun in his hand was even more terrifying, the click of the hammer seeming to be amplified and echoing in the enclosed space.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> convince roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Results of the convince roll!<br/><br/>Roll Result: Avalon29 rolled: 2d6, adding 4 to the total<br/>Comment: Convince roll tags Exile P.I Gut Instinct Shapeshifting weapon Terrify the unworthy<br/>Result: 5, 2,<br/>Total: 11<br/></div></div>