The Hoard

Crom

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Jan 3, 2017
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Something opened the door in front of an administrative secretary's desk. For whatever reason, the desk blocked off the view so it looked like the door just opened, and closed, but sure enough the padding of footsteps made its way over.

A tiny voice yipped quickly from below the desk lip: "HELLO HI I should have an appointment with a counselor and I have my paperwork and everything so please let me go in right now I'm in a huge hurry and oh my gosh"

The footsteps quickened suddenly, as if whatever was there was dancing in place. Suddenly a small scaled arm reached over the desk and let go of a pad of papers. Just as quickly, the arm slid back under, and a tiny "oof" can be heard from beyond the desk.

"OK, I'm annoyed," the voice quipped. "Don't you have an office for shorter people?"

A quick scan of the documents would reveal two generic request forms- one scribbled quickly to import a large shipment of gold (specifically described as "a hoard"), and another for finding a suitably large and secure space in which to store. The second form is very detailed, asking specifically for a list of things, as written:

- Cameras and secure entrances to stop thieves
- Walls and floors and stuff that won't break or burn
- Large enough to fit more than six eight elephants
- Don't ever stop me from going or staying inside
- Nobody else is allowed in, ever
- Security guards

The list goes on and on, trying to detail as many provisions as possible in a demanding yet simple tone.
 
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