*hey now. it's still way too much trouble to fumble doors open, okay? and "slave" is probably a better word than servant, just fyi. TO PRECISION.*
*grins, rather surprised (but grateful, of course)* Really? You saps.
*sets his coffee down on his desk and reluctantly examines his hands, front and back* *cautiously* They feel better. I mean, as far as I can tell? The bandages will be off soon. Moment of truth then, I guess.
Job? Your second was totally in the dark.
*oh, Eru. here we go.*
*pretends to be utterly absorbed in the contents of his inbox* Well. *very, very, very, very, very forcibly mildly* It wasn't official city business. Just the "bring Glorfindel back to Gondolin" job, really.