Polymarchus slams his fist on the table of his rented room in Morshes' finest inn.
"Blasted Duke Jeroen! Cursed Fallangard! How can a realm call its self a realm of nobles without a war to proof it? Now we have an opportunity, we don't exploit it! This region is still without a Lord, forsaken and neglected!"
Polymarchus' scribe stood next to him all perfectly straight in military stance, as ordered awaiting further instructions.
"You! Write this down you idiot!"
Polymarchus' frenzied eyes pierce threw his scribe's.
"Sir, yes Sir."
He answered while swiftly taking position behind the desk, quill already drawn.
Polymarchus had a very strict policy in hiring scribes, only those with military training where hired, and if they acted as if they where serving the army, all would be fine for them for a while...
In his short career in Fallangard, he had already hired and fired, or executed more then 20 scribes.
"NO! no no! not THAT!"
In an angry swipe Polymarchus grabed the piece of parchment form the desk and threw it away, all in a single motion.
"Write THIS down, ahuum..."
And as Polymarchus cleared his throat ready to dictate, his scribe was already writing again.
"You fool! Can't you do ANYTHING right!"
Polymarchus threw the whole desk upside down, shattering the bottle of ink that stood upon it.
His scribe started shaking, knowing what was pending to happen for him.
"If you value your head, you better listen! Now, write down the following:"
The scribe quickly grabbed his spare bottle of ink and a third piece of parchement, to Polymarchus suprise however, as he actually anticipated the opposite.
The scribe had a whole bag full of reserve bottles, quills and parchement.
"Mhh, you might actually be a keeper!"
Polymarchus stated brightly and a grin appeared on his face, and while the scribe wrote almost as quick as his master dictated, a tiny drop of sweat was dripping from his forehead, raising his level of anxiousness.
If he would rub the droplet from his head, he'd have to stop writing, risking to loose thread of his masters dictating.
However if the droplet would fall upon the written parchment, he'd have to start all over again, which would definitely get him fired, or worse.
So he took his chances and penned with the speed of the very winds, most likely also for his life.
When he had finished, he leaned backwards on his chair, seemingly exhausted or relieved, as his letter was still intact.
"Indeed you are a keeper! Ivan, get your men to the tavern, there is no business for you here!"
Polymarchus seemingly ordered his captain from the other side of the door to his scribe's suprise.
"Ah! you seem surprised of the fact that these men where waiting on the other side of that door? do you really think i would have made my hands dirty on low lifes as your self? Competent AND amusing, you truly are a keeper!"
Polymarchus noticed as he slammed his hand on the scribes shoulder, causing the poor men to grasp for air in terror.
"HA! these men would have beaten you to pulp by the mention of a mere word of order! hahaha!"
Polymarchus amused himself for a bit untill he instantly changed his gesture.
He now looked at his scribe with warning eyes.
"your done now."
The scribe waited for a bit in anticipation but quickly understood that he was suspected to leave instantly.
Polymarchus' eyes followed him strictly as he left for the door somewhat insecure.
He hasn't received payment like usually, but assumed that as this was soem sort of job interview for permenant hire, and would eventually be payed on weekly basis.
This job alone costed a fortune for the poor man but he wouldn't dare to share his new master for the material damages.
All he could do is hope and pray as he left, that this master would hire him permanently eventually.
