The Mission
"Ok boss, what you got for us?" Adrianna asked as she and the other two strolled into the boss's office, in the midst of the Do-Gooder-Head-Quarters.
"Its miiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnneeeeeeeeeee… my ooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwnnnnnnnnnnnnnn… my preciousssssssssssssssssssssssssssss…" They heard, from an incredibly short elf dressed in yellow and purple tweeds, staring intently at a cucumber, that had clearly been forcefully stuffed into a pink and white checked pinafore and bonnet.
"You what?"
"Huh? Oh! Guests! Guests! Well now, I haven't had guests for years! What brings you three to my small and humble home?" questioned the incredibly short elf, gesturing around her, showing the vast, dark room with projectors casting images of an expensive ancient, library onto the high walls.
Phep walked over to the boss, carrying a vial of vile smelling smoke. "Drink" he ordered, placing it on the insanely large, carrot juice stained contraption, commonly known as "The Table", smack bang in the middle of the room.
"Coffee? Well, I must thank you very much! I was going to brew some for you lovely giants, but since you've already made some, I'll drink it."
"QUICK!" Phep yelled, and The Three ducked under the table. If they hadn't…
"Why the hell is my office completely splattered in some sort of purple goo?" The short elf yelled. She sniffed. " And why does it smell like…marshmallows? Oh wait… I got another sugar rush again, didn't I?" She walked around the room, and switching off all the projectors, to reveal screens which slid upwards. All this showed The Three, that they were in the dead centre of hundreds of offices, all separated by clear glass walls. The elf who controlled all of this (the one of which they were standing with at that moment) was frequently sighted with a large yellow mug of coffee, therefore earning her the nickname of "CAF". In fact, just then, she stuck her head out of the transparent door and yelled,
"CAN SOMEONE GET ME SOME COFFEE!!!" An unfortunate pixie, who just happened to be passing immediately outside, jumped a foot in the air.
"Yes CAF, right away, CAF" He said, his dark head bobbing furiously.
"Ok." CAF said " What did I call you about again?"
"A job" Michelangelo prompted.
"Oh yes." She led The Three through a mix of bustling employees, and into a pentagonal room, in which there were screens on each side, and in the centre, was what-looked-like a marble. " The all-seeing-unblinking-small-as-a-marble-but-projected-onto-large-screens eye told us there is a poor shoemaker who doesn't deserve to be." CAF flicked a switch and images started to appear on the screens, and they all looked up at them.
"Doesn't deserve to be what?"
"Poor!"
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. So what you're saying is you want us to jump in there, give him some money, and be off?"
"Not exactly. The stupid fool and his wife put their prices so low, that they practically lost all their money for buying leather. I want you to make them a fine pair of shoes, so that they will hopefully put them at a reasonable price and buy more leather. And since you're the only the only three who can make shoes, only you can do it"
"But it was twenty odd years ago that I learned!" Adrianna protested.
"Yes, but nevertheless, you're the only ones that actually did" She gave them three documents, each one stamped with their mission in words should they choose to forget it. The pixie they had met previously, showed up and handed CAF her coffee. She took a slurp, then looked at The Three curiously.
"Hmmm…three of you… Very well. You shall be the fellowship of the shoes."