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Finished with what he’d been doing, Stigr had begun to head into the bedroom when Elliot looked out at him. “You’re the Head Scribe for the council, correct?” On his way to Krovs, Stigr had made a point to look into who the current staff was, particularly those who were heavily involved with council affairs. “I suppose the slaves, though that’s what brings everyone to this castle, anyway. I’m hoping at least one catches my eye.”
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He was just about done with the shirts when the councilman emerged in the bedroom. Nodding his head when he heard the question, “Yes, sir. I am the Head Scribe, Translator, and Financial Advisor. So several things fall under my belt that I would be more than happy to assist you with, should you need it, sir.” He nodded his again at the mention of the slaves, that was something that Elliot was less aquatinted with. Often having gone out of his way so not to have to deal with that element of the castle. “From what I understand sir, there is a very large collection. So I imagine that finding one to catch your eye should be a rather easy task.”