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Reaibn appears in a lobby, decorated in dark polished wood. The floor is
marble, and there is sparse decoration. There is a small table by the wall
to his right, upon which is a lamp (off) and a small writing pad with
miniature pen. There is a (thinly) padded chair by the table. On Reaibn's
left there is a potted plant (dying). What is of more concern is the large desk ahead of Reaibn, behind which sits a bespectacled lady who is patently ignoring him as she thumbs through a large account book. There is an old rotary phone on her desk, and a typewriter. There is an 'IN' tray that is overflowing with paper, and an 'OUT' tray that is currently empty. She is a pale woman with thin severe lips and dark brown eyes. There are two doors to the northeast and northwest of her desk. Reaibn, knowing and also hating this whole drill, stands there silently until she acknowledges him with a long sigh. "May I help you Mr...." "Daenorth" says Reaibn, putting on a smile. "Reaibn Daenorth, here to report an incident in person." The woman looks at Reaibn, hating his long and elegant robes. Demigods... she has no use for them. She clicks her tongue against her teeth, then shrugs. "Mr. Hrumn is unavailable. Mr. Opesh is unavailable. I am to refer you to Horace." Reaibn gives the lady a crazy look. "Horace? Head of Tower Services Horace? Look, we go way back, and he knows his stuff, but you dont make these kinds of reports to service staff, no matter how high up they ar..." and then he is interrupted by a voice behind him. "oH lOoK iTs My OlD bUdDy ReAiBn!" says the voice, cold as ice and chilling even to an immortal spine. "hOw HaVe YoU bEeN?" and then a malicious laughter. Reaibn turns around to face the thing standing behind him, a four and a half foot tall gaunt skeleton whose bones glow and shimmer with eldritch runes etched deep into their surface. He knows this being well. It is EIr-KahR, the Voice of Shadow. He is one of the Forces of the Tower, and is not one to take lightly, no matter who you are. Preferring to stay in the background, he rarely shows himself but sows dischord and darkness throughout all the realms he touches. His minions and influence are vast. Also, he is a shitty tipper. That may be irrelevant. "Hail, Shadow-Voice" says Reaibn, bowing slightly. "it has been long indeed. Serve the Balance." Reaibn says these things, the old rituals, the old words, Dark vs. Light, Order vs. Chaos. Truth is, most people don't even know what team Reaibn plays for... if any. And he likes it that way. "Hey, you two, go somewhere else and talk. Reaibn, Horace or we will let you know when one of the Two is available. Or, take it to the next Floor. Im sure that they would love to chat." and then the woman waves her hand like she is shooing them away. Which... she is. "sHi..." yells EIr-KahR, as him and Reaibn are forcefully ejected out of the Tower Floor and into... Into where?
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