Jack was busily scritching away at a piece of paper when Geothryn entered. He glanced up wordlessly as the man started quickly spouting information and questions. He blinked a few times as he absorbed the information. “Some sort.” He smiled faintly at his own jest. “Do you consider yourself very organized? We can always use a new clerk to keep the books organized and dust the shelves. Occasionally I need help with copying work but new people only get to help with small things until their writing abilities improve. Does that sort of work interest you?” Jack wiped his ink stained fingers on his pants as he waited for the man to answer. Almost as an afterthought he added, “Oh, and what did you say your name was?” |