R'elend raises an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair, "Brass Blades, Lad." He smirks and taps his rusty red mail. "Armor didn't give it away?"
He waves a hand, "Reports desk, for your unwashed lot to complain about your shitey lives. Apparently I don't have anything better to do, so I'm here for the day."
"Now what is it? Lost something? Crime to report?" He grumbles, "Or just interrupting my nap?"
He waves a hand, "Reports desk, for your unwashed lot to complain about your shitey lives. Apparently I don't have anything better to do, so I'm here for the day."
"Now what is it? Lost something? Crime to report?" He grumbles, "Or just interrupting my nap?"