Peace Village seemed very quaint to Margaret Elle. It had a certain charm to it and drew Margaret in for some reason. She didn’t mind though, she was going to pass by first before reaching the job location. The village streets were littered sparsely with residents going on about their daily lives. She could so many people moving about. There were kids playing on one side of the street, they seemed smart enough not to play where people might pass by as to not inconvenience those who need the path more than they do. ‘How considerate of them.’ She thought with a smile. Workers bustled about, minding stores, buying supplies, building and reinforcing questions. Some people were even enjoying the shades of the nearby trees, some were sleeping peacefully, both alone and together with a close precious person, and some were simply reading something like books or the odd piece of paper. A slight breeze blew and playfully blew through the leaves of the trees. Her hair swayed lightly with the wind and her cloak ruffled alongside it. Behind her, a black book opened itself as the breeze blew by filling Margaret’s ears with the sound of fluttering paper moving with the wind. She reached the book and gently shut it, cutting out the ruffling in an instant. The place truly lived up to its to name. But she shan’t be distracted by the calm stillness of the village. She had a job to do. She had picked out this job specifically since it seemed so easy. Surely a rich man’s structure would be safe near a village that literally had the name ‘Peace’. With that thought she continued to pass through the village, heading for her client’s home. Unbeknownst to her, everyone had given her a wide berth. She cut a very imposing figure for a girl so innocent looking and dainty. Her equipment didn’t help her visage. Her dark cloak, scythe, and black book made it look like death had come to Peace Village to reap an unfortunate soul. Later it would be revealed to her but for now she remained ignorant.
Margaret was immediately stumped the moment she had laid her eyes upon the incredulously large home her client had. She knew that he was one of the richest people in Fiore but she had underestimated exactly how rich that meant he was. The gates and fences were of pure shiny metal, with spaces in between them filled with a structure almost reminiscent of a temple pillar. The garden acted as the home for many graceful flowers and plants. Hedges lined the borders with the fence. The path to the manor’s door was laden with colourful and white rocks, as if someone had decided with their mortal hands to take the rainbows and clouds and make them into stonework. The path circled around a fountain with a sculpture of a woman holding two jugs that poured water out of it. As she neared the gate of the…manor….the gate swung open in a gentle manner. She entered with her scythe clacking against the colour stone path. She could see more detail now that she was closer. Bushes and lush greenery surrounded the manor. Its walls were painted white, the windows were crafted masterfully by the woodcarvers and the glassworkers. However, while she could see that the manor was staffed adequately, she could feel that, somehow, the house itself felt very lonely.
It’s lonely at the top kiddo. A familiar saying with a familiar voice rang true in her head. The image of a black haired man in bone white armour flashed in her mind.
However judging her client’s choice of lifestyle wasn’t her job, unfortunately. She knocked on the door loudly, making sure that it could be heard loud and clear. She was greeted by a rather aged man in a black suit. ‘This man must be a butler.’ She thought. “Ah yes, please come in. Mr. Watson told us you would come around this time.” The man said, holding the door open and inviting her in. “I am Galad, Mr. Watson’s head butler.” Margaret bowed slightly. “It’s nice to meet you Sir Galad. I am Margaret Elle.” She introduced herself before entering the manor. If there was something to be said about the manor it was surely, in Margaret’s opinion, ‘The insides are as extravagant as the outside!’ She was led to the dining table, adorned with things like a fancy table cloth, shiny cutlery and plates, lit candles on candle stands, and most importantly food for her. “We’ve been instructed to care for you like an important guest during your stay of employment her. Please, enjoy yourself in the premises and call any of us if you ever need any assistance young miss.” The head butler told her. She led to a seat and was waited on by the many maids and butlers of the household. As she began to feed herself she thought ‘This job isn’t so bad, I just hope nothing bad will happen and I can spend the day relaxing.’ With the meal done, she decided to head out to the garden first and fly about, get a better view of the area from up above. She had one of the staff lead her to the garden where she immediately took flight. The manor looked impressive from above as well. She floated around the sky, looking down on the perimeter before landing on the manor’s rooftop and using it like a vantage post. Her eyes gazed on the shrubbery before floating off for another part of the manor to observe from. “Okay, so far so good.” She said as she made her way to the gate, cloak billowing in response to her movement and scythe on her back. Unbeknownst to her however, thieves aiming for the treasures of Mr. Watson’s household were planning their moves right this second. And unbeknownst to the thieves, their target had hired a mage to defend his home.
Margaret was immediately stumped the moment she had laid her eyes upon the incredulously large home her client had. She knew that he was one of the richest people in Fiore but she had underestimated exactly how rich that meant he was. The gates and fences were of pure shiny metal, with spaces in between them filled with a structure almost reminiscent of a temple pillar. The garden acted as the home for many graceful flowers and plants. Hedges lined the borders with the fence. The path to the manor’s door was laden with colourful and white rocks, as if someone had decided with their mortal hands to take the rainbows and clouds and make them into stonework. The path circled around a fountain with a sculpture of a woman holding two jugs that poured water out of it. As she neared the gate of the…manor….the gate swung open in a gentle manner. She entered with her scythe clacking against the colour stone path. She could see more detail now that she was closer. Bushes and lush greenery surrounded the manor. Its walls were painted white, the windows were crafted masterfully by the woodcarvers and the glassworkers. However, while she could see that the manor was staffed adequately, she could feel that, somehow, the house itself felt very lonely.
It’s lonely at the top kiddo. A familiar saying with a familiar voice rang true in her head. The image of a black haired man in bone white armour flashed in her mind.
However judging her client’s choice of lifestyle wasn’t her job, unfortunately. She knocked on the door loudly, making sure that it could be heard loud and clear. She was greeted by a rather aged man in a black suit. ‘This man must be a butler.’ She thought. “Ah yes, please come in. Mr. Watson told us you would come around this time.” The man said, holding the door open and inviting her in. “I am Galad, Mr. Watson’s head butler.” Margaret bowed slightly. “It’s nice to meet you Sir Galad. I am Margaret Elle.” She introduced herself before entering the manor. If there was something to be said about the manor it was surely, in Margaret’s opinion, ‘The insides are as extravagant as the outside!’ She was led to the dining table, adorned with things like a fancy table cloth, shiny cutlery and plates, lit candles on candle stands, and most importantly food for her. “We’ve been instructed to care for you like an important guest during your stay of employment her. Please, enjoy yourself in the premises and call any of us if you ever need any assistance young miss.” The head butler told her. She led to a seat and was waited on by the many maids and butlers of the household. As she began to feed herself she thought ‘This job isn’t so bad, I just hope nothing bad will happen and I can spend the day relaxing.’ With the meal done, she decided to head out to the garden first and fly about, get a better view of the area from up above. She had one of the staff lead her to the garden where she immediately took flight. The manor looked impressive from above as well. She floated around the sky, looking down on the perimeter before landing on the manor’s rooftop and using it like a vantage post. Her eyes gazed on the shrubbery before floating off for another part of the manor to observe from. “Okay, so far so good.” She said as she made her way to the gate, cloak billowing in response to her movement and scythe on her back. Unbeknownst to her however, thieves aiming for the treasures of Mr. Watson’s household were planning their moves right this second. And unbeknownst to the thieves, their target had hired a mage to defend his home.
