9.26.2005
Caruthers And Sons, Strike One
You head to a nice part of Greyhelm to Caruthers' address. You knock on the door. A moment or two pass, and then the door is opened a crack, but still chained shut. You begin to say, well, something, but the old man inside says to you rather sharply:
"I'm sorry we're a private legal office. If you have business with the courts, please direct your attention thereabouts. If you have pending legal business with Caruthers and Sons, we ask that you address it in writing to the present address. Thank you." Door closes, hear sounds of door being bolted shut.
Brother Orcsides mumbles something about how the Oracle of Gryss is unlikely to be here. "Or was the plan to subpoena the Oracle," Orcsides says somewhat passive-aggressively.
"I'm sorry we're a private legal office. If you have business with the courts, please direct your attention thereabouts. If you have pending legal business with Caruthers and Sons, we ask that you address it in writing to the present address. Thank you." Door closes, hear sounds of door being bolted shut.
Brother Orcsides mumbles something about how the Oracle of Gryss is unlikely to be here. "Or was the plan to subpoena the Oracle," Orcsides says somewhat passive-aggressively.
