<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/UJjInbp.jpg)</div><strong>Baron Cornelius Trunkenhammer</strong><br/><br/>Baron Trunkenhammer was reading his newspaper in his garden. It was an excellent garden, filled with banana plants and peanuts. The sun shone brightly as the fluffy white clouds floated softly overhead. A beautiful elf played the harp, coaxing such relaxing and peaceful sounds from its strings that one might swear they were in the plane of musical heaven.<br/><br/>And yet, despite all of this, the old surly loxodon was even more old and surly than usual! Well, surly anyway.<br/><br/>"Who do these people think they are!" He pounded his fist on the table, making his pipe jump in the air. "This 'Kieri' and this 'Shanira' why I've half a mind to fire them both!"<br/><br/>"Um, Baron, neither actually works for you." A maid explained as she freshened the baron's mango juice. She was a sandy-blonde half-elf who looked as though she was well versed in the Baron's outbursts.<br/><br/>"WHAT? They don't?!? Well hire them right away and fire them at once!" The Baron demanded.<br/><br/>"I'm not sure that's possible." The maid said sweetly, packing the Baron's pipe.<br/><br/>"Well I'll think of something." Trunkenhammer grumbled, small little trumpets emerging from his trunk as he exhaled angrily.<br/><br/>"Just ring the bell when you decide." The maid said gently, and went back inside.