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Papers were strewn about on his desk with ink spilled on several of them and an overturned inkwell from over a day ago that the ambassador hadn't set back upright. He shook off the sleepless night he had once again gone through and combed his messy hair back to at least seem like he cared about his appearance. A small knock came at his door. "Enter," he said, his powerful voice creating a faint echo in the room.
A petite girl in plain clothing entered. "Ambassador Maddox, sir," she said. "I was told there's a mess to clean."
"Mhmm." He took a breath, gesturing to the spilled ink. "If it wouldn't be any trouble." The girl immediately got to cleaning the spill. Declan looked into his mirror, fastening his shirt up to his neck, leaving the top one undone. Though he was about to greet someone he expected to employ, his level of professionalism wasn't exactly the highest, especially when compared to most of the others at the embassy.
A notification had been delivered to his chambers that morning. To serve in Connlaoth, Declan was required to have a constant mordecai escort with him. Unfortunately, earlier that week, Declan had driven his latest escort to quit. In fact, there may have been a heated exchange between the two where some unkind words were said and a rather expensive vase was smashed into bits on a wall behind Declan's head. That being said, the dramatic aspect of the separation was just speculation that was never confirmed by Declan.
Due to Ambassador Declan Maddox's unusual service requirements, a mordecai escort has been selected to accompany the ambassador. He is to be paired with Dylan Tyr Winterbourne, a mordecai of Essyrni and Adelan origin. We sincerely hope this fourth assignment will be more suited to his liking.The note was about as passive aggressive as it could be in telling Declan to keep his attitude under control, but the elf took slight pleasure in knowing nothing was going to change. He straightened the upturned collar of his jacket, then placed his silver pentacle around his neck. Taking his leather-bound book, he strutted through the door and gestured for the girl to leave, despite her having not completed her task. He preferred no one be inside of his chambers without his presence. She walked out, and he closed the door a bit too loudly. The clicking of his boots upon the floor filled him with a sense of pride. Silence was good in someone who needed to blend in, but with his pointed ears, blue-green hair, and towering frame, Declan really stuck out like a sore thumb.
According to the gentleman who had delivered the notice, the ambassador was to meet his new escort around noon. The sun was nearly at its peak, so Declan made his way outside. He strolled through the grass of the Northern Lawn, with which he had become quite familiar. Any time he was not required to be working, he would take the chance to explore Reajh. His restless spirit was another reason the mordecai escorts were so annoyed with him. It is far easier to keep an eye on someone when he isn't constantly on the move.
Watching the soldiers, Declan smiled, nodding politely at several men who passed by. His violet eyes were drawn to a man nearly of his own height with auburn hair in what could only have been Essyrni-style braids. "Ah," he said, approaching the man. "You must be Mr. Winterbourne. I am Ambassador Maddox." He outstretched his right arm to fulfill the proper Connlaothian greeting.
