Maxxob
The Overseer
“I always mean what I say, madame (madam)” - the fencer said, still looking at Beryl and then, in turn, changing his attention to the dwarf - “Of course monsieur (sir), I am right behind you” - he performed a small bow, before following the short bartender - “Pardon my intrusion, but did something happen? You don’t seem to be in the best of moods” - he asked, as soon as he stopped in front of the table. If he were dignified with an answer, his lie detection would be employed. Who knows what kind of secrets would the stout figure in front of him be keeping.
Moving his cape, which had little real utility, out of the way, he bent over and took the contract in his hands, reading it, while still paying attention to Barry’s explanation about the deal - “Ohhh… so many amenities. I see everything I heard about the guild was true, but I am even more impressed” - with the surprise in his expression, it was clear the man actually meant what he was saying. His eyebrows twitched when he read a passage about upstanding the guild’s reputation, and a small drop of sweat formed in the corner of his face - “This is part is way too vague… I hope I don’t screw up” - he thought to himself, while clearing up his throat.
Still scanning the contract, he read the part which stated ‘petition for resurrection’ - “I would be out of my right mind if I didn’t ask for this” - after he was satisfied with examining the contract, the former-noble brought the contract back to the table. Before taking the quill, however, the brought his left hand to the red ink. Closing his fist, he pushed a signet, with his family crest, into the ink and then stamped the contract, making sure it was visible. The coat of arms was a shield, with a rose and a sword in an X shape. He then took a small handkerchief from his right pocket with his right-hand, wiping out the excess ink from the ring. Finally, taking the quill with his right hand, he signed the contract with his full name, marking the resurrection petition with an ‘Y’.
“All done” - he commented, putting the quill down. Now that business had been taken care of, Pierre would move to pleasure, and he had the perfect idea on how to start - “Say, when the guild mistress called you, I saw you were behind the counter. Would you perhaps also be the bartender? I am awfully thirsty” - he said to the dwarf and, with a sleight of hand, he produced one of this last two golden coins. Holding it between the very end of his middle and index fingers, he offered it to Barry.