Sylvia d'Tharashk checked her image in the front door glass as she did every day, appearing to be just another vain office worker. Not that her appearance was bad. A light green skinned half orc, she stood 5’11” tall with a muscular, but slender build, dark black hair with green highlights, dressed in a custom fitted pants suit with various concealed pockets. Her image check was a way for her to unobtrusively scan the area outside her office for any signs of trouble. Seeing nothing amiss she unlocked the front door of the M’Craft Investigative Agency. Her boss, Senior Inquisitor M’Craft M’Rarity d'Tharashk, was also a half-orc with a mark of finding belonging to the house of Tharashk. Turning around she started walking to her desk when a blur of motion streaked past her, circled the room several times before she could even get her wand out and then turned into a miniature male elf facing her and standing on her desk, apparently unconcerned that someone 5 times his size was now pointing a wand at him.
Sylvia’s mind went into overdrive as she sized up the situation. Well dressed, likely noble and rich, way smaller than any elf I’ve heard of so likely cursed and looking for a cure or information considering he’s here. Almost certainly a customer. Sylvia flipped her wand into the air, caught it and stowed it with a flourish and then walked to her desk and down as if this was an everyday occurrence.
“My name is Sylvia d'Tharashk. Please tell me your name sir and how the M’Craft Investigative Agency can help you.” Sylvia noticed the elf seemed to have an unusual coloration, consisting of metallic blue skin and metallic silver hair with golden eyes. He also appeared to be about 15 inches tall and was dressed in fine silks with a diamond starburst pin.
“The question Sylvia is how I can help you. I have a letter of recommendation for your boss, Senior Inquisitor M’Craft M’Rarity d'Tharashk. Would you please let him know that William Toma Quickfoot wishes to see him.”
Sylvia sighed with disappointment. Another wanna-be detective, likely a minor son of nobility who has heard of our exploits and thinks it’s all a game. Time for the usual brush off. “I’m sorry mister Quickfoot, but…”
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At this point William interrupted her. “Excuse me Sylvia, but please don’t insult my intelligence with the usual the boss isn’t in and we’re not hiring brush off. I know for a fact that the senior investigator is fifteen feet that direction as he pointed through the wall towards where M’Craft was likely getting his morning coffee and donut. I am not some foppish noble who is unaware of reality, and I am highly qualified. Your boss will certainly wish to talk with me, especially considering who the letter is from. In short, please don’t waste either of our time and ask M’Craft to see me.”
Sylvia was used to dealing with big personalities and part of her job was to prevent many self-important people from wasting both her and her boss’ time. Is this guy for real or just another jerk? She examined him again. He’s not talking with a snooty tone and in fact sounds quite calm. He’s not jumping up and down or showing any signs of outrage at being stonewalled. I don’t recognize his race. “Excuse me Mr. Quickfoot, but I am not familiar with your branch of Elvenkind. Just what race are you and is this your normal height or have you been cursed?”
“I am a Blur Elf and this is my normal size.”
“A Blur Elf? What’s that?”
William sighed. “The fact you aren’t familiar with my kind is not unexpected, but if you were, you would even now be rushing to tell your boss I’m here. I’m quite sure he is aware of us and would not wish to either insult or ignore us. So please announce me if you would?”
Either he’s a smooth operator or this really is something M’Craft should see. I better buzz him just in case. Sylvia tapped the sending stone on her desk. “A Mr. Quickfoot of the Blur Elf race here to see you sir. Should I send him in?”
Sylvia heard a crash as if her boss had dropped his cup in startlement followed a second later by the office door being flung open as Senior Inquisitor M’Craft rushed into the receiving room. “Nurrim is here!” He looked around quickly focusing on the elf on her desk.
“No sir, I’m William Toma Quickfoot. Nurrim is my uncle although he did write this letter of recommendation to you. Shall we proceed to your office?”
Sylvia noticed her boss was both relieved and intrigued as he welcomed William into his office, far more friendly than she had seen him before. Okay, it’s time to look up what Blurs are and who Nurrim Quickfoot is. Obviously, there is a lot more going on here than meets the eye. Her curiosity aroused; she started making inquiries.