Welcome to the Big Easy...Where it isn't very easy.

[Dracos]

Another day in the life of Leets, it'd been a little over a month since he'd arrived and started working with the Wrights.  The sun wasn't quite up yet, but he'd gotten used to getting up early.  They'd set him up with a pretty nice, if small, apartment near the main home.  Glancing at the desk, no special mail this morning.  Another lazy day it seemed.  Well, he could check and see if they were finished with his sword.

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[Shukuen]

Moments later, Leets stepped out of the small bathroom, a towel draped over his head to keep water from dripping off his hair as he buttoned up his white shirt.

Though he disliked the feel of his new clothing, considering them a little more restrictive then he was used to, Leets understood the necessity of looking his best in front of his employer. The source of his new lifestyle might have been questionable to others, but at least Mr. Wright was fairer boss then other people he had met in his month in the city.

Finished with getting dressed and taming his hair, Leets left his apartment and headed for the Wright's Mansion. "Time to greet the day."

[Dracos]

Arriving at the mansion, he found it peaceful this morning.  Gregio guarding the front entrance as usual, always up early and immaculantly dressed.

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[Shukuen]

"Good morning, Gregio," Leets greeted. "I have an errand on the grounds today. Hope you don't mind."

[Dracos]

"Go ahead, Leets." He nodded, letting him through.

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[Shukuen]

Leets headed towards the mansion, taking care to remain conspicuous as he passed the patrols along the grounds. After entering, he made his ways to the basement and entered the workshop.

"'ello, Reggie. How's it coming along?"

[Dracos]

The broad armed fiftish man pulled off his steel eye guard from where he was working with a blowtorch.  "Eh?  Who's there?"

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[Shukuen]

"It's just me," Leets said, gazing around the workroom. "How are the repairs going?"

[Dracos]

"Finished them yesterday."  He went over to a side bench and revealed a shiny two handed sword with a golden colored hilt.  It was a few feet long, broad around the base and curving slightly as it went up to a sharp point.  It looked pretty heavy.

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[Shukuen]

"Wow, Reggie. It looks way better then I could have imagined."

Leets hefted up the blade, trying to gauge its weight. "How much do I owe you?"

[Dracos]

OOC: Sorry, forgot in a crash.
IC:
"Well, you paid earlier, remember?" Reggie responded.

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[Shukuen]

"Oh, right. Sorry, my mind's been in the gutter lately," Leets chuckled, slinging the sword across his back.

"Thanks again for your work." He nodded and left the workshop, calling over his shoulder, "I'll be back if I need it fixed again."

[Dracos]

"No problem, but be careful where you're swinging that around."

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[Shukuen]

Leets climbed the stairs back up to the foyer and glanced at the time.

"He should still be here," he muttered and headed towards the office. He knocked, gave his name, and patiently waited for an answer inside.

[Dracos]

"Come in." His smooth voice responded.

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