Chapter 4: Life in the Background
Again, you sit patiently in the drawing room as Draconicmaw shuffles through papers on her desk. "Where did I put it? I swear it was here…"
Several blueprints fall to the floor, which you reach to pick up, only to be swatted away by the frantic shipmaster. "No! You can't see those yet!"
At your completely bewildered face, she grimaces sheepishly. "Sorry. It's been a hectic day."
You nod and gulp.
"I apologize for this whole mess. Ever since an irate munchkin strong armed his way onto a ship, we've been giving out passes for readers to enter the harbor," Draconicmaw supplied as she opened all the nifty little drawers that were hidden on her side of the office, "for your safety and that of the scarce remnants of our frayed sanity, of course." A startling groan of exasperation left her. "Where…? And I even made this one especially for you…"
The knocking at the door catches your attention.
"Come in," the captain/artisan called distractedly.
The desk manager of the harbor entered with an apologetic expression. "Maw-sama, we have another visitor."
"Who is it?" Draconicmaw inquired as she swiftly flipped through a binder.
The man gulped and shuffled. "It's the munchkin, Maw-sama."
"By Poseidon, what does he want? If it's another kick to the face, I'll willingly supply."
"He claims to be filing suit against you for medical bills, and is apparently charging you for aggravated assault."
She jumped into the air, a ticket-like paper in her hand. "Ah-ha! Here it is." She eagerly handed it to you, and you accepted it with a smile. "Sorry for the wait. Go out to the harbor when you're ready." She turned to the man. "Tell Marie that I have this…" a dark, sinister smile warped her features, "handled…"
Clearly shaken by Draconicmaw's atypical diabolic streak, the desk manager nervously nodded.
"Let's get cracking!"