Swith Witherward wrote:The tiny cultist nodded and tucked a loose strand of purple bangs back into place. "Done," she said with a shrug. They'll send someone by in the morning. Will this be acceptable?"
She'd already began walking towards his office area to examine the fax machine.
"Alright, it's in the office, right over there. Don't mess with anything, nah, just ask if anything interests you." Bran said, giving her free reign of the office as he glided ahead of her to open the door for her. Ladies first, he was raised.
"Tomorrow sounds good, I could deliver it to them too if that works as well, but whatever."