Zoltan’s day to day wasn’t exactly terribly busy. Most of his duties involved advising. Then there was the correspondence between Arlathan and Valammar, and Tantervale. Making sure shipments arrived on time and in the correct quantities. It wasn’t all that unlike his old job when he worked as a merchant, the principles were the same at least, though he didn’t get to travel really since taking the Ambassador/Diplomat posting at Arlathan.
He’d been there a couple of years now, and he’d made a number of friends. He rather liked the job, it definitely suited him. He had the wit for it and the people skills. One friend he’d made so far was Solana, lovely individual with quite the thirst for knowledge which he admired. Knowledge was power, as far as he was concerned it was mightier than the sword.
He’d just opened a fresh bottle of Antivan red and poured himself a glass. He sat back at his desk, pushing his quill aside. He’d done enough writing for the time being, it was time to relax a little bit. He’d have rather had a nice Tevinter vintage, but alas with Tevinter’s boarders closed off, that was sadly impossible these days.
He’d been there a couple of years now, and he’d made a number of friends. He rather liked the job, it definitely suited him. He had the wit for it and the people skills. One friend he’d made so far was Solana, lovely individual with quite the thirst for knowledge which he admired. Knowledge was power, as far as he was concerned it was mightier than the sword.
He’d just opened a fresh bottle of Antivan red and poured himself a glass. He sat back at his desk, pushing his quill aside. He’d done enough writing for the time being, it was time to relax a little bit. He’d have rather had a nice Tevinter vintage, but alas with Tevinter’s boarders closed off, that was sadly impossible these days.
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