"..Yes- I'm lady Laemlle.." she manages to squeak out timidly, before the boy excitedly grabs her by the hand, and drags her back outside, talking loudly and animatedly the whole way.
"FANTASTIC! Aron is gonna be so surprised we actually found you! Oh-- Forgive me Lady Laemlle, we have a most important delivery for you-- From the order! Please, come! Come!"
Not that she had much of a choice, since he was practically dragging her behind him the entire way, as he shamelessly continued.
"We've been through Helvetia, Castow, Iscot, Sawold, Keton, Bernilundr, Paham, Ginthorp, Cahryst AND Rivercross to get here! I was thinking maybe we might never deliver it!" he continued completely unabated as they drew close to the wagon.
"HERE SHE IS ROBBIE!" he tittered at the driver "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!"
"Quiet Tom!" he snarked, before addressing the lady with much more decorum.
"Lady Laemmle? It is my great pleasure to finally address you." The man clears his throat. "While delivery has been an on-going struggle..." he continued, while casting a disparaging glare at the black haired and mustachioed man hawking wares completely uninterrupted by the ongoing exchange, and at the boy, who he wordlessly pointed at furiously, indicating the cart with increased intensity. "We are pleased to inform you that the new official standard of the order of the Indwelling Lady has finally arrived, and is available, should you choose to claim it." He motions toward the back of the cart, then glares and gesticulates furiously at the boy, who had simply been standing here slack-jawed and immobile through the last of the introduction.
"Come my lady, let us review the package for your satisfaction." continued the man, in well rehearsed and buttery tones, as he parked the reigns of the cart, stepped down, and then drew close to her before taking her hand. "We apologize for any delays that might have transpired or any ... Indignities... you might have endured while wearing the PREVIOUS official standard, (Which we all agree were a bit rushed in production, and lacking in actual protective qualities), and wish to provide you with the gear and equipment the order has sent for your immediate use on your holy missions."
They drew close to the rear of the wagon, and the small wooden door opened, revealing the boy, still red-faced, heaving and pushing on a wooden chest that was covered in dust from the road.
"Here it is Ma'am!" he exclaimed excitedly. The man beside her covered his face irritably at the display, before dropping the charade.
"Just open the bloody thing, you nitwit!" he barked.
"Oh, Right! How silly of me!" cooed the boy, fumbling with the latch on the chest, before opening it from the wrong side, and tumbling over backward deeper into the wagon, slightly spooking the donkey, and sending the whole thing forward about half a foot in a lurch as the lid popped open.
"As you can see, my gentle customers-- Aron and Co. also does custom delivered goods, all at affordable prices!" barked the mustachioed man at the crowd, trying to keep their attention while the transaction was being completed.
Lae looked into the chest, and inspected the contents. -- Or at least, she ATTEMPTED to look at the contents.
"Now my dear Lady, There is but one or two last formalities before we can return with news of delivery to the order;" The driver, Robbie, continued once more in the buttery tone before snapping his fingers. There was a moment of empty and pregnant silence, before he gritted his teeth, and uttered "THE CONTRACT, BOY-- THE CONTRACT." The youth, who had been rubbing his posterior from his previous tumble snapped to bewildered attention, took in the directive leveled at him, then comically dug in the leather case at his hip, extracting a curiously long scroll of parchment before handing it to the driver.
"PEN, BOY!!" he growled, still trying to fake a smile at Laemmle, while holding the other hand outstretched, as the comical scene continued with no signs of stopping; The bewildered youth extracting an elaborate feather quill and a flagon of ink from the case, looking at the increasingly agitated driver- the latter proceeding to indicate that the youth should get down, turn around, and kneel, before returning his attentions, buttery as ever, back to the lady.
"We require your signature on the delivery order, and on the confirmation letter--" he gushed, just as flowery and formal as eve, while slapping the parchment against the boy's back hard enough to make a loud smacking sound. "The quill is temperamental, please press FIRMLY."
His glower at the boy never once receding.
Lae looked over the document quickly.
The most esteemed and august _("Lady Laemmle" is scrawled here in the most terrible penmanship imaginable, on top of a clearly and well penned line)_,
We, the armorers and stewards of the Indwelling Lady, are pleased to provide to you with only a modest cost of shipping, the latest official standard of our most holy order of the Indwelling Lady. Great care was taken to assure the timely and secure delivery of this most precious cargo, and it is with the hopes and prayers of all of us at the monastery, that it should serve you and our Lady in grace in the many perilous and holy missions you shall undertake together. May it provide as much protection to your body, as our Lady does to all our souls! We ask that you please endorse this official document, bearing this, our official seal, that our historians may well record the official receipt of this fine raiment.
Let it be known that on this date ____________ That the Paladin known as _(Lady Laemmle is scrawled hastily into the blank)__, has recieved this shipment of one:
(Set Paladin Armor)
And has paid the sum of __("10 gold pieces", likewise hastily penned)___ to our stalwart couriers, and penned their signature of receipt
here:_______________________
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