RP logs: Stephen (Work, short)

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Jag: ... god, suddenly I picture Max walking into Stephen's office kind of hunched-over-tired and Stephen looking up at him with that arched eyebrow expressiona nd "That better be mostly someone else's."

Max: "Some, or I'd be trailing a medic unhappy about me not staying where she can sew me up without getting cramped arms."

Stephen: "Mm. What is it?" Sitting back, giving him his full attention.

Max: Tired, but either the current danger has passed, or he's already beyond signs of panic, moves to indicate the markings on a map. "We'll need to reconsider proceedings on this route. Showed up to tell you that it might be wise to call off pending 'shipments' going through it to minimize immediate damages till we evaluate and restructure how and absorb the changed situation." Breath in. "Bad enough that we had to cut through Nevernever."

Stephen: Eyes only slightly wider, which is enough sign that he's not only startled, he's pissed, at least for someone who knows him. "Done." Slight nod. "Do we have a face or a name to go with this danger?" Already drafting a notice to be circulated through the warehouse and the offices.

Max: "Not fully sure. My suspicion sounds a bit wild even to me."

"Indulge me." Slight smile. Not a terribly happy one, with no real humor in it, but he appreciates Max's input and notes the categorization of the suspicion.

"Maybe - and again, I'm not sure at all. Maybe a dragon." Which. You know. Dragon in human affairs? Rare, anymore.

It's almost as if he's a computer, not that either of them have more than very limited experience with them. Immediately, mentally running down the list of dragons known to involve themselves in human dealings. Mortal dealings, really. "What gave you that impression?"

"A couple of other previous ... travelling companies. Burned through, but there were... it didn't look like a wizard's fire. Or a number of other sources of fire. As I said, not much to classify it as more than a suspicion."

"Not evidentiary," nodding, but still thoughtful. And then looking him over again. "Go, get cleaned up. Get something to eat. Unless there's anything else urgent, write up your report in the cafeteria over dinner." Shadow of a smile, there. "And thank you."

Nods, shadow of a smile as well, promisory a bit too. "I'll find out. We were rushed too bad to get specifics outside 'strong'." Nods, turns to go and then looks back, "thank you too." A beat. "At least while damaged was the extent of it, we got out without loss." And that means both in lives and in delivery value, except for the disruption of schedules. And the possible shock for the non-wizard employees that the Nevernever might have inflicted.
Teasing tone, just before he shuts the door, "I'm getting good at this, ain't I."

Slight nod at the bit about getting out without loss; oh, he's very grateful for that. And maybe, as Max shuts the door, a chuckle at that last comment. Small chuckle.