Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140530170536/@comment-3293219-20140601183250

"I see..." Kaizen replied, looking out as a khajiit stood by the side of the road, looking longingly at the car.

"Are you private contracters?"

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"I'm sorry but you need and appoin-"

"Ciara?" A Breton Man's voice called from the back, followed by footsteps, which sort of shuffled, getting louder as he revealed himself. Simon was a middle aged, short man with thin greyish hair. He wore round glasses and a short sleaved shirt and carried a mug of tea with him.

"Can you change one of my appointmen-" He stopped, uppon seeing Petra.

"Who's this?" He asked, looking back to the red haired Imperial at his counter.

"This... She asked to see you..." Ciara informed him.

"I was just turning her away..."

"What!?" Simon snapped, looking at the Nord in shock.

"Y-You said to turn them away, if they didn't have an appointment." She reminded him, closing the book and awkwardly shuffling it across the table.

Simon tutted and rolled his eyes, shaking his head before leaning closer and whispering in her ear.

"Not if they're fit, you twit..." He grumbled before looking back to Petra.

"Hello there, how can I help you today?" He asked, outstretching his hand.