Jacob Amon scans the appointment. Neriel's name pops at him at the bottom of the page. A smile spreads on his face like butter on a heating pan. "Good for you, Goodelf," the man whispers happily within the temple at Varhelm.
"Hello Goodman." Jacob smiles and lifts his hand in a meek wave. "I am brought to your lovely city for whichever of these aims will make me greatest. Will you show me where I can find greatness here please?" Jacob's voice is a friendly scale with warmth in each syllable.