The thick soles of Croduth's feet made fat slapping noises against the pathway as he walked up to Riverfall's Labor Office. His mangy fur barely rustling in the wind - static, sticky and evidence that the Jamoura's feet had taken him a long way indeed.
He stretched a lanky arm up to his head and gently scratched it as he absorbed his surroundings.
Before him lay a path that stretched the length of a highly disciplined lawn. Neat rows of plants lined an arrangement of perfectly uniform and meticulously maintained strands of grass, all lined up and manicured in what Croduth believed the people of Riverfall referred to as a lawn.
Lost in thought, Croduth barely noticed how quickly the Labor Office was approaching him. Had he not been concentrating so hard on where exactly the rest of this claustrophobic looking piece of unbreathing architecture was - he may have noticed that the visible portion was rather close to his nose.
Of course his eyes didn't see this before his soft, leathery nose smacked hard against the amber wood of the door. Splashes of his scarlet blood slid quickly down the veneer of this heavy looking door.
As red as a Jamoura's face could be, Croduth's had become. However, with his gentle fist held against his nose to stem the flow of blood, the strange azure Akalak attending the large wooden desk in the center of the room would barely notice the embarrassment that burnt upon the Jamoura's cheeks.
Though, he would certainly see a good deal of blood, crawling across the ebon fur of Croduth's forearm.
"Croduth-" The Jamoura grunted, "-need job." thumbing his barrel chest with his spare hand.
The Akalak behind the grand oak desk separating the two merely raised an eyebrow at the ape and asked, "Can you write?"
"Yes." He drew a long, deep breath, exhaling slowly through his teeth in an attempt to alleviate the pain that pulsed from his squishy little broken nose. "Croduth. Speak bad, but, write-" he grinned, "-better!" The excitement of his voice cracked the still air of that room. His booming laugh resonating up through the spiral staircase, out past the windows of the third level and into the trees beyond.
"Please, fill out this form." The cerulean caretaker carefully commanded. Handing the man a piece of parchment will all pertinent details possible.
Twisting his head off to the left and peering over the fist that he still held to his no longer bleeding nose, Croduth penned in all the details that came to mind quicker than the Akalak could read a page of his book.
Name: Croduth
Race: Jamoura
Age: 160
Relevant Skills:
Persuasion (Novice): #5
Medicine (Novice): #10
Poison (Novice): #10
Animal Husbandry (Novice): #5
Preferred Employment: The Sanctuary
Expected Stay In Riverfall: I, Croduth the Vagabond, expect that I will be staying in Riverfall for the duration of Fall.
Race: Jamoura
Age: 160
Relevant Skills:
Persuasion (Novice): #5
Medicine (Novice): #10
Poison (Novice): #10
Animal Husbandry (Novice): #5
Preferred Employment: The Sanctuary
Expected Stay In Riverfall: I, Croduth the Vagabond, expect that I will be staying in Riverfall for the duration of Fall.
The Jamoura handed the slip to the Akalak, his grin bearing the fine rows of sharp fangs that his now blood soaked cheeks hid.
"You, I hope will have a good day." He said, with an exaggerated nod and a haphazard sort of pirouette on one of his heels, 180° in the opposite direction. Lumbering out as he stood on tiptoes so that he would have to duck his head under the door, tapping at it with his fingertips as he did so.
