iC: Inbox [Asgard]

[bythewaves]

My apologies for my absence
The wind may wander as it wills, and so betimes do I
If you wish, you may leave me a message

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*laughing so hard*

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor, for his part, stares at the bill incredulously for a long time before sighing. If he was the sort to facepalm, he'd be doing it right now. As it is, he really, really feels like he needs a drink. But... he did die, didn't he? So... Maybe Hamel has a point?

Eventually he picks up his pen (these ballpoint pens are amazing, and he likes them a lot - much neater than quill and ink) and writes you a response, which he'll drop off at Baldr at some point ]

Sir,

One might argue that several of those giants were killed as equally by me as you. However, I acknowledge that I reneged on any agreement to remain alive, for which I apologise. Having only been in this city for the space of one month, I find myself unable to return the full cost of the injuries you demand. In lieu of this, please accept this initial amount of 20 gold runes, and an invitation to [ insert name of Maglor's favourite pub here ] on [ insert random date ], where I have been invited to play. Wine and food will be provided for you from my account, and I will hope to be able to return you further balance of your fees at the close of the night.



[ He seals the envelope with his family's crest

:D

[abhero]

[Wow, so official! A short while after Hamel recieves the letter, Maglor will be approaches by a walking storage chest. How if found him is unknown, but it's magical, so there. The lid snaps open, there's a sound like a cat trying to cough out a hairball and finally the chest spits out a hard copy of a new bill, and a note:]

Accepted. Here's the new bill and I even cut off three giants because us heroes are generous.

Hamel

P.S: Scratch the chest's lid. It likes it

[The chest is, indeed, waiting expectantly for some pettings.]

[bythewaves]

[ That's what happens one you write bills to someone who was once a Prince~ Maglor, for his part, was minding his own business when the chest rocks up, and he cannot help but stare at it, before he laughs ]

And I had thought I had seen everything this world could bring.

[ he solemnly accepts the missive and on reading it obediently reaches out to pet the chest ] Well now, you can tell your Master thank you for the concession, hm? You have done your duty well, and I thank you.

I edit and there are still typos sob

[abhero]

[The chest leans into the touch. When he thanks it, it creaks happily and the lid cracks open to reveal… a tongue. Just a weird side effect of the runic magic that gave it life.

After leaving storage chest slobber all over Maglor’s hand, it turns away and marches back to Baldr.]

( OOC: handwave? tag his open log? )

*patpat*

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor is never going to get used to this world. But if he pretends the chest is a dog, he can manage, right? Right. ]

( ooc: haha, I figured it was the easiest option - up to you? we can say Hamel came, was very bored and got his cash, or we can play something out in the log if you like? )