"Rubert," Ilsola called as she made her way out of the Southern Gates of Mist Harbor. She could hear the burly foreman giving orders, but wasn't able to see him until she reached the bend in the pathway.

"Ah, here you are, Rubert," Ilsola said by way of greeting.

"Ilsola! Glad to see you. How did the tour go?" the foreman asked with his usually cheery disposition.

"Everything went very well, Rubert. The guild is truly amazing and you should be proud of your handy work. The stones you picked out are amazing and your boys did an excellent job of turning that ruined vineyard into some lovely grounds for the guild," she earnestly told him.
Rubert chuckled and Ilsola was fairly certain that the man was always torn between giddiness and seriousness.

"We just did the work, Ilsola, the design was yours-"

Ilsola quickly interrupted him, "I won't take credit for it all and I refuse to. The floor plan may have been mine, but some very talented minds went into the final product, as well as the hard work that you and your men did."

Rubert grin and conceded the point.

"Anyway, I only came to congratulate you on your work here and to bring to you the most peculiar of items. I found this upon the ground near the gates. Do you know who it belongs to?"

Ilsola hands Rubert a fork that has had a cork jammed into its tines.

Blushing while laughing, Rubert accepts the item and mumbles something about it belonging to Larry.

~*~ OOC Note ~*~

Rubert has found a new home and has been updated to reflect what he is doing. Also, the broom closet empties into the appropriate place now.
~*~ Thandiwe ~*~
Listen, strange women lyin' in ponds distributin' swords is no basis for a system of government. Supreme executive power derives from a mandate from the masses, not from some farcical aquatic ceremony.

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