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A fairly large Sno-Cat, Winter Terrain Vehicle, trudges through the snow of the Frozen North, with 3 occupants inside. Sitting up front in the cabin are two stallions from the Frozen North Explorers G... View MoreA fairly large Sno-Cat, Winter Terrain Vehicle, trudges through the snow of the Frozen North, with 3 occupants inside. Sitting up front in the cabin are two stallions from the Frozen North Explorers Guild, and an official from the Royal Expeditionary Supervision Board. As the vehicle nears a lone structure sitting quietly in the tundra, the board official re-adjusts his inter coat, and reaches into his pack using his magic. When the vehicle pulls in to an outdoor garage connected to the building, the three stallions exit.
The 2 guild members bring the official to the front of the rather homely, yet fairly large structure. There, the official gets a good look at the guild's flag waving high above the main entrance, and he finds around 20 creatures lined up in front of the building, as if for inspection. After the two stallions that had rode here with him fall in line, the official goes down the line. Each creature tells him their name, and their position within the guild as he passes by. "Fiscus Brawn, Forward Scout." "Agis Ginstealer, Quartermaster." "Kona Fleetside, Doctor." This continues for some time, with the official taking a few seconds to write down each person's name, and role.
"Everest Ceisiwr, Archeologist, and historian." This causes the official to pause. He looks to the stallion who had just spoken with a raised eyebrow. "Interesting. This is the first expeditionary force I've seen with their on Archeology department." The stallion in the line appears to be attempting to hide some embarrassment. "Well, I'm the only one in the department. It's a bit difficult to coordinate efforts with the Archeology Offices like other groups can." The official nods, and then heads further down the line.
Following a lengthy tour of the guild's base, the official is given a room to stay in for the night before he and his escorts head back to Vanhoover tomorrow morning.
Meanwhile, in a different room across the base, Everest sits at his desk with an old tome opened in front of him. He appears to be attempting to transcribe the tomes contents, which is quite hard without the help of someone who is fluent in such an old language. After hours of constant eye strain, Everest eventually gently closes the tome, gingerly slips it back into a large sealable bag, and slips the bag into a specific drawer on his desk.
Everest then looks to the clock on his wall, and is rather ashamed to see that he's stayed up until 1 AM for the third time this week. He's got to be better about his time management. With a sigh, Everst flicks off his office/bedroom lights, and gingerly slides into his bed to catch some rest before they send off the official from the Royal Expeditionary Supervision Board in 5 hours. #rp
