Gerick looked up at the man with a raised eyebrow then looked to his cooking bacon then back at the man defensively. He better not be here for my food. he thought to himself.
"It's a map from the client who hired me. I'm having difficulty making heads or tales of what they wrote."
He took another quick look over his parchment before looking back up to Richter. He made it an effort to never share his clients information with anyone unless he was authorized to. It was custom for his employers to send him the price of the job and what the job was in the letters. Despite this air of confidentiality there are always exceptions.
"Maybe you can help me with it."
He handed the paper towards Richter, while taking a quick glance at the strange contraption in his hand. The smell of his food cooking made his stomach anxious and let out a large grumble. Gerick's eye went wide with embarrassment, hoping the one across from him didn't hear it.
"It's a map from the client who hired me. I'm having difficulty making heads or tales of what they wrote."
He took another quick look over his parchment before looking back up to Richter. He made it an effort to never share his clients information with anyone unless he was authorized to. It was custom for his employers to send him the price of the job and what the job was in the letters. Despite this air of confidentiality there are always exceptions.
"Maybe you can help me with it."
He handed the paper towards Richter, while taking a quick glance at the strange contraption in his hand. The smell of his food cooking made his stomach anxious and let out a large grumble. Gerick's eye went wide with embarrassment, hoping the one across from him didn't hear it.
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