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Chapter 17 by OccasionalReader OccasionalReader

What's next?

Irina's trial

"I'd actually like to start your trial, Irina." Irina looks up at you, setting down her pen; "very well, let me call Qilen over so that progress is made on the paperwork while we perform your trial." You raise your eyebrow at this, begging with your eyes for a response. Thankfully, she follows up, shrugging, "He and Violet are the only two whose jobs aren't too vital to operations, and as good as Violet is at certain activities, her eyes go numb if you put financials in front of them."

She takes out a stone from her a drawer in the table, and checks the symbol on it. Shaking her head, she puts it back, and looks into the drawer instead, pulling out a stone with a different symbol on it. She presses her forefingers to the symbol, and then looks up shortly after. "He's currently in the archives, it'll be about half an hour before he arrives." You nod, having absolutely no clue where the archives are.

"While we wait, allow me to explain how my trial will work. I'm in charge of financials, and each of us six has some manner of contributing to the household. I would describe each person's role, but I don't think Faexina would be the happiest if I did." Taking a breath, she continues; "generally speaking, my trial involves figuring out how you would fit into the financial picture. With six of us in the household, financials can get rather complex, and it would only become more so with a seventh person in the mix. As such, it's somewhat prudent to figure out a niche that you can fill prior to your joining."{if male = false}

"Alternatively, and keep in mind that this wouldn't exactly be sound advice financially, but we could go on a few dates, and if you successfully woo me that would mean I vote in your favor. It would take quite a bit longer than the basic trial, but it would be quite a bit more fun." As she says this, a slight smile crosses her face, breaking her normally formal decorum.{endif}

The two of you make small talk for the remainder of the time, until in walks the green-eyed bard of an elf, "I've arrived," he states. "Ah, very good. Well then," she turns to you, "that just leaves what we're doing next."

What's next?

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