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Richard Harrington Summerby (the_richard) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Rich nodded. "What you do on the circuit is your own business. That was zen, this is dao. Any resource you can have on call is legitimate. Play with it. One other thing that sword will do for you. I had the goblins load it with the first ten sword kata. Hold the pommel to your heart and command it, 'teach me'. It will puppet you through the movements until you master them on your own. No cheating. It won't advance a level until you've mastered the one before."

He nodded. "In your bedroom upstairs there's a small box that is keyed to you personally now. You'll find the information on your Gringotts account - your new one - cheques, a charge card. There is also a commercial charge card on my working account. Get three or four of everything of your fighting gear and set it up. Carry at least one set, shrunk, with you at all time. There's also some official identification for you as a security contractor for International Exports. One of the advantages of being a partner, albeit a junior one, is that I can do things like that so it is completely legit. Keep receipts. I can even write you off as a business expense and stiff the taxman."

"Point is, you started dancing to my tune." He frowned at the mention of her feet and tapped his wand first to one and the other. Again, dragons. It was always a good idea to be able to heal burns quickly. "I can throw a general heal on you if you want. Take a few hours to work but should clear up the aches and pains and that little cut you seem so intent on playing with."

"Naked in a pitch black room. Three opponents. Them armed, you not. Been there. Hell of a graduation exam."

Richard thought for a moment longer. "Get yourself an assortment of business wear, some normal, some severe. Black on black is good. Dark sunglasses. When the schedule works out, I'll take you around with me, let people start to get used to you. Parts of Russia, your bodyguards are sort of a status symbol. 'Only one woman?' they'll ask me. 'All I need' is what I'll tell them."

"So, are you happy with the arrangement?"