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Artsydaze
Full-Time Daydreamer
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05-25-2012, 03:02 AM
The golem took the now completed file and gave it to another of it's kind, this one holding a thick but still empty folder, to put into archives. As they did so, the typewriter typed a new message, this one a contract of sort, just waiting for Aydan's written approval.
Quote:
We see! Aydan, is it? Very well, you will now be instructed in the two branch of our new society and will have to choose to to go train into one of them.
Do not worry, however, as that choice will not happen until your 15th year of age.
You will be trained in the art of pickpocketing and asked to pay a weekly fee for the betterment of the Society. You will be provided with a room to sleep into, but will have to provide for any further needs.
Do you accept these conditions?
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As the last key was pushed by an unseen force, the first golem returned it's attentions to the boy, reminding him that refusal would mean death. That was, of course, the boy's to decide.
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