Darin
(#79357390)
Level 1 Veilspun
Familiar
Fan Scorpion
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Energy: 0/50
This dragon’s natural inborn element is Water.
Male Veilspun
This dragon is an ancient breed.
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Personal Style
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Skin
Scene
Measurements
Length
0.59 m
Wingspan
0.76 m
Weight
1.12 kg
Genetics
Forest
Shell (Veilspun)
Shell (Veilspun)
Azure
Blend (Veilspun)
Blend (Veilspun)
Yellow
Capsule (Veilspun)
Capsule (Veilspun)
Hatchday
Breed
Eye Type
Level 1 Veilspun
EXP: 0 / 245
STR
5
AGI
6
DEF
5
QCK
8
INT
8
VIT
5
MND
8
Biography
Darin was a loiterer, through and through.
It's not as though the cluster units are costly to maintain or in short supply - far from it, really - but the fact of the matter was that Darin had not paid the nightly rate in well over a month. The Varley was not a charity. Guests who do not pay are not guests at all.
Macrosco was going to give him an ultimatum. He could pay his balance in full right this moment, or he could be pulled out of his little box feet-first and be sent on his way, banished from the Varley forever. There was no cruelty in it; this was simply how businesses were run.
The accountant took some small relish in the thought anyway.
Macrosco rapped on the door with restrained force - it would do no good to rattle the units of the other guests. The paying guests.
"Staff," he announced. "Be aware that if you do not open the door, we will be forced to use our master key to enter. Please be ready."
A silence - then a click. The hatch lazily swung open as though not even the unit itself cared about the situation at hand. Darin looked at the Coatl with lidded eyes, not moving from his place. His ears drooped with half-shaken slumber.
Macrosco waited for a reply of some sort - a greeting, a curse, a cowering apology followed by the immediate relinquishment of funds. None of these came. The silence only incensed him further.
"Ser Darin of the Tidelord's domain," he began. "You are surely aware of the balance you owe our establishment for your stay thus far. Though you have received some leniency in payment, you are well overdue for an amount totaling 200,000 treasure."
The Veilspun stretched its wings idly, the light glinting off the whisper-thin scales of chitin. Right, then left. His eyes, still at half mast,
held Macrosco's gaze
with striking depth
and
intensity.
"I do not owe the hotel any money," Darin said.
"You do not owe the hotel any money," Macrosco said.
"Goodbye, Macrosco."
"Goodbye."
Macrosco gently closed the door to Darin's unit. Then he blinked. A vague sting - had he not blinked during their conversation?
No matter. Macrosco was pleased that the account had been settled in a satisfactory manner for both parties. His idle thought about blinking was forgotten as easily as it had come.
It's not as though the cluster units are costly to maintain or in short supply - far from it, really - but the fact of the matter was that Darin had not paid the nightly rate in well over a month. The Varley was not a charity. Guests who do not pay are not guests at all.
Macrosco was going to give him an ultimatum. He could pay his balance in full right this moment, or he could be pulled out of his little box feet-first and be sent on his way, banished from the Varley forever. There was no cruelty in it; this was simply how businesses were run.
The accountant took some small relish in the thought anyway.
Macrosco rapped on the door with restrained force - it would do no good to rattle the units of the other guests. The paying guests.
"Staff," he announced. "Be aware that if you do not open the door, we will be forced to use our master key to enter. Please be ready."
A silence - then a click. The hatch lazily swung open as though not even the unit itself cared about the situation at hand. Darin looked at the Coatl with lidded eyes, not moving from his place. His ears drooped with half-shaken slumber.
Macrosco waited for a reply of some sort - a greeting, a curse, a cowering apology followed by the immediate relinquishment of funds. None of these came. The silence only incensed him further.
"Ser Darin of the Tidelord's domain," he began. "You are surely aware of the balance you owe our establishment for your stay thus far. Though you have received some leniency in payment, you are well overdue for an amount totaling 200,000 treasure."
The Veilspun stretched its wings idly, the light glinting off the whisper-thin scales of chitin. Right, then left. His eyes, still at half mast,
held Macrosco's gaze
with striking depth
and
intensity.
"I do not owe the hotel any money," Darin said.
"You do not owe the hotel any money," Macrosco said.
"Goodbye, Macrosco."
"Goodbye."
Macrosco gently closed the door to Darin's unit. Then he blinked. A vague sting - had he not blinked during their conversation?
No matter. Macrosco was pleased that the account had been settled in a satisfactory manner for both parties. His idle thought about blinking was forgotten as easily as it had come.
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