[The signature of a man who spent an entire month perfecting his handwriting, surely. Silas is used to it, looking the ledger over one more time before closing it, ringing a bell to alert the other staff he was finished up, and setting the book away in it's proper place. He rubs a wet cloth over his hands to clean them, then puts his druid's gloves back on, turning to Oscar]
Seeing as I've already been kept late, [by certain people who like to tire him, perhaps out of some vicarious enjoyment in it] we should go with haste, then. Before I'm called upon by another emergency.
[which, given his waning energy, he wouldn't be much use in helping out with any way]
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Seeing as I've already been kept late, [by certain people who like to tire him, perhaps out of some vicarious enjoyment in it] we should go with haste, then. Before I'm called upon by another emergency.
[which, given his waning energy, he wouldn't be much use in helping out with any way]