Gargash nodded, stood, and went into the adjacent filing office, slipping the report into the slot titled "S to Z." He realized, tasting the inside of his dry mouth, that after this long shift he was parched and hungry. He sat back down.

Gargash was carefully finishing the last entry of the report: "Conclusion: TO BE KEPT IN CELL OVERNIGHT & MONITORED AFTER." He folded the parchment into thirds and nodded, "I 'eard," he began, "dat the Mayor is lookin' fer workers to empty all the old cess pools in the Industrial District. 10 bishan ...

Gargash dragged a heavy chair from a side office, along with the proper Foreign Spy Suspect Registration form, a pre-printed parchment with several categories to fill out. With a crudely-grasped, heavily-inked quill, he scratched out careful, slow letters, filling out the necessary spaces: "Name ...

His bonuses had been recieved, and, as far as he was concerned, his job here was done. That the officer wanted him present during the questioning was unusual, but he was always willing to do something extra in effort towards rank promotion. It all seemed overboard, but this officer was obviously ...

"Right," Gargash said, "Thank you sir," and rifled through the robes, bringing out a notebook, which he handed to his superior. He tossed the robe to the kid's feet in a heap, giving a slight smile, and re-assumed his sentinel position near the gate, realizing that this unbearable double-shift ...

Gargash held the limp robe like a dead fish, looking at it in blank confusion. As the kid raised his fists, Gargash unsheathed his greatsword a second time. He glanced around, waiting for his partner to do the talking, but there was no sign of him. The little rat seemed to have scurried away when ...

The guard dug a finger underneath his left pauldron, trying to reach an itch that didn't want to go away. There was a beating, constant heat that boiled his chalky, half-troll skin and caused an endless release of sweat, trapped underneath a suit of ill-fitting armor. There was a constant, annoying ...

Race: Troll/human
Age: Early twenties
Profession: City Guard

Character Description:
Gargash stands as a massive, roughened figure of heavy muscle and fat. To men, he is overbearingly huge, but to other trolls, he is a miniscule, disgraced mutation. His hair is carefully sheared into a tiny ...