Gabe
Deer Lord
The day started earlier than expected. Gallien woke up from his bedroom in the Pickaxe, which resided in Brellunia, the Hammer of the East. Usually he’s woken up by the sounds of the employees milling about, starting their daily obligations. However, this time he woke up from a street vendor passing right under his window, selling some greasy delicacy. Sighing heavily, the Eagle slowly got up from his bed and got dressed, ready to start the day.
The Eagle’s office was well lit, the windows on the west side of the place caught the fair light of sunrise. The place had trinkets and artifacts from all the realm, carefully placed and maintained by the cleaners of the place. A tall bookshelf on the other side of the office held countless books about the Being and its powers, including manuscripts from remote areas of the continent, research and development and several books about tactics and strategy. The mahogany table had the crest of the Miners etched into it, and a neat pile of papers on the sides of it.
As if by destiny, as soon as he sat at his table, still drowsy from the rude awakening, one of his subordinates knocked on the door. “Excuse me, Lord Haylock? I have today’s orders from the Court.” Gallien nodded, allowing the young man to enter the office and hand him the papers. The Eagle had the burden of dealing with the security of the cities the Miners had jurisdiction, working in tandem with the kingdom's plice to detain and handle criminals. It was a joint effort with the Thunderbird, Leiptr, as he dealt with any offenders from outside of the gates. After some time, Gallien grabbed some papers, emblazoned with the guild’s logo, and signed up the orders for the wardens. “Here, can you please deliver this to the warden? The prisoner on the cell 3A is to be released, and the one on 12F is to be handed to the Court’s men for trial later today. The man nodded and hurried out of the office, leaving Gallien alone again. He took some time to gather his strength, having just woken up, and left the office towards the common areas.
He stopped on the small mess hall on the first floor of the place to eat breakfast, making a rather rowdy group of Miners stiffen up as soon as he walked through the door. Gallien liked to eat with everyone, in part because it was an excuse to leave the office, but mostly because he liked to mingle with his subordinates. Lots of people on the branches of the Miners on other realms think of Gallien as a ruthless, merciless Canary, but he cared about the well being of his subordinates more than any other commander on the organization. After making small talk with the members eating on the mess hall, making the men and women way more relaxed, he left, ready to leave the headquarters. Before he had the chance to leave, the receptionist hailed him over.
“Lord Haylock, this ma-” Gallien raised a hand, making the receptionist stutter to a stop. “Amélie, I told you I didn’t want you to call me that, did I?” The receptionist blushed, nodding. Gallien nodded as well, smiling. “Let’s try that again.” He took a deep breath, and acted as if nothing happened. “Good morning, Amélie. How are you?” The receptionist stood there for a second, making Gallien stare at her, motioning her to answer. “Oh, uh, g-good morning Lord Hay- I mean, Gallien. I got this week’s reports from the branches, sir.” She handed him a thick set of papers. Gallien took them over, ready to go over them with his fellow Canaries. "Thank you, Amélie. And do take a rest, you look like you haven't got a nudge of sleep." Amélie nodded, an embarassed smile on her face.
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The Eagle’s office was well lit, the windows on the west side of the place caught the fair light of sunrise. The place had trinkets and artifacts from all the realm, carefully placed and maintained by the cleaners of the place. A tall bookshelf on the other side of the office held countless books about the Being and its powers, including manuscripts from remote areas of the continent, research and development and several books about tactics and strategy. The mahogany table had the crest of the Miners etched into it, and a neat pile of papers on the sides of it.
As if by destiny, as soon as he sat at his table, still drowsy from the rude awakening, one of his subordinates knocked on the door. “Excuse me, Lord Haylock? I have today’s orders from the Court.” Gallien nodded, allowing the young man to enter the office and hand him the papers. The Eagle had the burden of dealing with the security of the cities the Miners had jurisdiction, working in tandem with the kingdom's plice to detain and handle criminals. It was a joint effort with the Thunderbird, Leiptr, as he dealt with any offenders from outside of the gates. After some time, Gallien grabbed some papers, emblazoned with the guild’s logo, and signed up the orders for the wardens. “Here, can you please deliver this to the warden? The prisoner on the cell 3A is to be released, and the one on 12F is to be handed to the Court’s men for trial later today. The man nodded and hurried out of the office, leaving Gallien alone again. He took some time to gather his strength, having just woken up, and left the office towards the common areas.
He stopped on the small mess hall on the first floor of the place to eat breakfast, making a rather rowdy group of Miners stiffen up as soon as he walked through the door. Gallien liked to eat with everyone, in part because it was an excuse to leave the office, but mostly because he liked to mingle with his subordinates. Lots of people on the branches of the Miners on other realms think of Gallien as a ruthless, merciless Canary, but he cared about the well being of his subordinates more than any other commander on the organization. After making small talk with the members eating on the mess hall, making the men and women way more relaxed, he left, ready to leave the headquarters. Before he had the chance to leave, the receptionist hailed him over.
“Lord Haylock, this ma-” Gallien raised a hand, making the receptionist stutter to a stop. “Amélie, I told you I didn’t want you to call me that, did I?” The receptionist blushed, nodding. Gallien nodded as well, smiling. “Let’s try that again.” He took a deep breath, and acted as if nothing happened. “Good morning, Amélie. How are you?” The receptionist stood there for a second, making Gallien stare at her, motioning her to answer. “Oh, uh, g-good morning Lord Hay- I mean, Gallien. I got this week’s reports from the branches, sir.” She handed him a thick set of papers. Gallien took them over, ready to go over them with his fellow Canaries. "Thank you, Amélie. And do take a rest, you look like you haven't got a nudge of sleep." Amélie nodded, an embarassed smile on her face.
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