Junko shuffled through a stack of papers that his face was buried in. "Damn... Magistrate. I'm a scribe not a..." The disgruntled yordle mumbled to himself. The city had commissioned Junko to touch up paperwork for residents. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course - Junko regularly did work for Bandle; though nothing like this. He scanned the street numbers of the passing houses until he arrived at the address outlined in the paper work. He adjusted himself and quickly rapped on the door.
Blake sat at his table in the main room of his house. He let out a small sigh. as he stared at his meal on the table. Now that he was finally being able to have some free time from the Kinkou order, Blake decided to just stay in at home rather then patrolling the streets. He wanted to try some cooking techniques that he learned while in Ionia, during his last visit. Something called stir-fry. It didn’t turn out bad, but he didn’t know how much he was making until he was done. “Well.... I guess I’m covered for food on any upcoming missions...” He sighed once again. Blake’s ears twitched to the sudden sound of knocking at his door. “Hm? A visitor?” He asked the empty room as he made his way to the door. He opened it slowly and greeted his guest. “H-hello, what can I do for you?”
