[ Curufin has been a member of the Guard for a week. He walks the city, dispatches harmful creatures, greets newcomers, and does anything else he is asked to do. He stops in at HQ at the end of a night shift to drop off his report, and there is Maketh, snapping papers with disdain, scanning them with a contemptuous expression, and dropping armloads of them on the floor. Very strange. It's not the disdain that is odd, it's the total disregard for the system that keeps the Guard organized. ]
Something wrong with somebody's report?
[ He tilts his head to watch, folding his arms casually. He speaks in a respectful tone, but he has no fear of authority. His manner probably makes this obvious. ]
guardpost | finds his boss filing things in the circular file
Something wrong with somebody's report?
[ He tilts his head to watch, folding his arms casually. He speaks in a respectful tone, but he has no fear of authority. His manner probably makes this obvious. ]