Post by Adam de la Bassée on Jun 7, 2023 19:17:58 GMT
It was much smaller than my last office, and such a small window. Indeed depressing. And what are these pipes? They are in need of some serious maintenance and that clunking sound. Has the idiot Bishop employed an small Catalan to hammer them at random intervals.
Aloud to the empty room, Adam sighed and gently poked at the peeling paper on the wall. From behind him outside the thin wooden door a familiar voice spoke;
"Monseigneur!!! You are returned!!"
Oh Lord, am I not suffering enough? Please not this as well.
"Alger! My word I thought that you may have found your way into a casket in the time I have been away!"
"Oh Monseigneur, still the joker I see. No I have been studying, that day of the flying Bible gave me a burst of inspiration! Sadly study is difficult and the Bishop assigned me to dust the Library of the Diocese. It is an almost endless task."
Adam burst into laughter, so his assistant had been put onto make work to keep him from trouble. "Well in that case Alger, I will make sure you are reassigned to my service."
Poor fool, look at that smile, he will serve for now until he can be used as the anvil of my plan.
"Alger, please tell me ... what is this office? It seems ill served for anything but storing brooms and buckets."
Alger looked around slowly, a confused look adorning his face. "Monseigneur, this is not an office. It has not been an office the entire time I have been here. It is the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue. These pipes are full of steam and hot water to heat the Bishop's offices and apartme...."
Alger did not see the heavy leather bound journal that left Adam's hands at great speed. He did wake feeling inspired and with a page from said Journal with written instructions from his Monseigneur.
"FIX THIS PLACE AND MOVE MY OFFICE FURNITURE IN. AND COVER THE PIPES WITH DRAPES. AND LEARN TO DUCK."
Aloud to the empty room, Adam sighed and gently poked at the peeling paper on the wall. From behind him outside the thin wooden door a familiar voice spoke;
"Monseigneur!!! You are returned!!"
Oh Lord, am I not suffering enough? Please not this as well.
"Alger! My word I thought that you may have found your way into a casket in the time I have been away!"
"Oh Monseigneur, still the joker I see. No I have been studying, that day of the flying Bible gave me a burst of inspiration! Sadly study is difficult and the Bishop assigned me to dust the Library of the Diocese. It is an almost endless task."
Adam burst into laughter, so his assistant had been put onto make work to keep him from trouble. "Well in that case Alger, I will make sure you are reassigned to my service."
Poor fool, look at that smile, he will serve for now until he can be used as the anvil of my plan.
"Alger, please tell me ... what is this office? It seems ill served for anything but storing brooms and buckets."
Alger looked around slowly, a confused look adorning his face. "Monseigneur, this is not an office. It has not been an office the entire time I have been here. It is the Steam Pipe Trunk Distribution Venue. These pipes are full of steam and hot water to heat the Bishop's offices and apartme...."
Alger did not see the heavy leather bound journal that left Adam's hands at great speed. He did wake feeling inspired and with a page from said Journal with written instructions from his Monseigneur.
"FIX THIS PLACE AND MOVE MY OFFICE FURNITURE IN. AND COVER THE PIPES WITH DRAPES. AND LEARN TO DUCK."