“Oh! I didn't see you standing there.
Welcome, welcome. Can I get your name?”
“Robert Rogers.”
“Ooh, that's a good one. I'm sure
your parents were doing the best they could. Now let me just write it
down... oh shoot, looks like my quill needs sharpening. Such a
bother. How are you doing, are you doing okay?”
“Yes, I'm okay. Can I ask you...”
“...about my quill? It is a fine one,
isn't it? Take a look. I won't tell you where I got it, I'm afraid
the upper management wouldn't be too pleased if they heard about it,
if you know what I mean.”
“What?”
“Never mind, I almost have it
sharpened. There, look at that tip. You can scribe all day and all
night with that tip. I'll just write down your name...”
“I just wanted to ask you...”
“Unfortunately quills are in short
supply these days, especially ones of these quality. The waiting list
is obscenely long. I tend to get preferred customer status, wink
wink, but still, so hard to come by. And there, your name is in the
book. Or scroll, technically, but whatever. Everything's in order. Do
you have any questions?”
“No. No questions. Do I go through
the gates now?”
“Well you're not going over them.”
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