STORY STARTER

Being the Key Bearer was a difficult job, but it came with its benefits…

Bay Two

The waiting room chair squeaked in protest. Candor the Crusher of Skulls shifted his broadsword uneasily. There was a half dead philodendron in the corner and old scrolls on crop yields in the southern lands on occasional table. The air reeked of stale yaya flowers and despair. Girding his loins for battle, Candor took note of the bad omens.

The great warrior tapped his knee. He looked at time sand charm over the door. His appointment time had passed nearly three quarters of an hour ago. A handful of sea hags, two bickering demon knights, and an ancient centaur with a cough were Candor’s waiting room companions. Candor shifted again.

“Coldo Crush? Is there a Mr. Crush here?” The receptionist called out.

Confused Candor looked around the Office of Senior Wizardry Benefits waiting room. One of the seahags gave Candor a flirty wink. Collecting his OFC paperwork, he walked his joints complaining to reception.

“I am Candor the Crusher of Skulls. Key Bearer of the Sacred Gates, the Left Hand of her Royal Majesty Queen Velle, and hero of the Dragon War. Here to seek counsel with Wizard General Ragik regarding my benefits.”

“That’s what I said, Mr. Crush. Do you have your paperwork filled out in triplicate? Good. Take this down the hall to the second bay and Seer Meladay, second class, will be of assistance filing your benefit complaint.”

With a lime green finger, the receptionist indicated the correct direction. The great warrior spluttered and swore to the moon goddess.

“Three crowned heads owe me their purple and children in the highlands sing my herald. My appointment was with the Wizard General,” Candor said.

“Would you like me to reschedule the WG has opening in three years?”

Patting his faithful sword, the great, old warrior bowed his head and walked stiffly to bay two.

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