Analdin's Office
        As you enter this room you see a neat and tidy desk setting next to the only window. Behind the desk stands a tall book and scroll case that is filled with books and parchments neatly organized first alphabetically, then by dates. These are records and reports as well as a small wealth in books on various subjects. Upon the desk is a feather quill, ink well, an empty cup with drink stains, an ink blotter, red sealing wax and two oil lamps for illumination at night.
        A plain cot is pushed up against the wall to the right of the door and a trunk rests at the head of it. A carefully drawn map of Gondor, inked upon a thin sheet of finely tanned and bleached leather, is pinned up on the far wall across from the desk. A pair of spare chairs face the desk beneath the map. Everything in the room is immaculately tidy as only a soldier would keep it.
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Malahir knocks on the door, opening the door a crack to peer in. "Lt Analdin. You sent for me. May I come in?"

The clear, midmorning sun shines in through the small window in the Lieutenant's office as he sits in the chair behind his desk with a book open on the table. Leaning over it, oblivious to everything else, Analdin silently allows his attention to be drawn in by the pages. At the knock on the door, he glances up, a slightly startled look appearing on his face, "Yes, come on in, Malahir."

Malahir opens the door wide enough for his large frame and walks into the cozy office. He looks over the place, with a nervous smile. In his hands are numerous papers and scrolls. He stands at attention in front of Anadlin's desk, waiting for a sign from him. He clears his throat, fumbling with his hands full.

Analdin, placing a black ribbon into the book, shuts it softly and pushes it over to one corner on his not-so-neat desk, "How are things in Dol Amroth,

Malahir? I hear you just returned..." Glancing at the scrolls in the man's hands, he raises an inquiring eyebrow, "And welcome back." he adds, with a half-smile.

At the mentioning of the fair city of Dol Amroth, where Malahir was assigned for a fortnight, a broad smile consumes the big man's face. "Aye sir, Dol Amroth is fine. Now that I have left the conspiracy being played out there. I have much to report Lieutenant. It's been a busy month since you've assigned me to assist you in keeping correspondance and records. I am very greatful to be back to your assignment, I would have to say the trip was too exciting to stay", adjusting his papers in his hands, "would you like for me to forgo the minutes of the last company meeting, and get to the good stuff?"

Analdin chuckles lightly at the eagerness of the younger fellow, "Well, Malahir, if you are so excited about it..." Motioning to one of the chairs across from him, he says, "And please, have a seat. This sounds like it might take some time." Leaning back from the desk, into his chair, he adds in a bit quieter tone, "Did you chance to meet any of the knights while you were down

Malahir bows slightly and takes a seat on the oppisite side of the lt.'s desk. He pushes some the of the papers on the crowded desk to make room for his, looking up for his approval..He continues with a smile, keeping his big brown eyes on him. "Yes sir, I've even had the privelage to meet the knight Captain Ithilir. It was a storied meeting. I can talk to you about that later. But first. We should go over my duties. I have some old news to report."
Analdin draws a sharp breath, his eyes narrowing somewhat at Malahir's mention of the knight captain, but he quickly hides it and nods slowly, "And what news

Malahir nods quickly, looking down at his papers. "Well sir. It seems like there is alot of old business to report back on. My duty to the caravan in Dol Amroth have set me back. I'm sorry to keep you so long." he looks up sympathetically before continuing on with his report. "I've transcribed the letter of request to commander Elberad pertaining to the neccessity of reinforcements, and those pertaining to your requests for the new insignia. Which, I might add, looks very sharp sir. Those requests have been received and certified, so we should get a response soon enough. Now, about the day that I filled in for the border watchmen in osgilairth. The day was Highday day 10 of June I believe", checking his papers to make sure, "yes that was it. Do you remember my report on that, because Elberad requested a renewed inquiry on it.

Analdin nods, picking up a pen and a sheet of parchment as the young man begins his report, taking a few notes every now and then. "Thank you," he mutters as Malahir mentions the insignia, jotting down a word or two. Glancing back up from the paper, the lieutenant returns Malahir's gaze with something of a forgetful look, "I fear I forgot about June 10th... might you remind me what it was about?"

Malahir shuffles his papers, and pulls out a yellowed scroll, flattened out, and bent at the corners. He reads it first. The out loud he reports in a clear voice, "A merchant passed this day, Highday, day 10, June, of the year 3013. Flagged suspicious currier. Name, blackmane. Origin rohan. Neither his cargo showed up in the invoices, nor his name on the log. Cargo checked out with no contraband inspected." he looks up, and shrugs. "but it seems like the commander thinks that this may not have been a routine merchant. Would you like for me to speak to the commander directly about this? The safety of Rohan is in question here it seems"

Analdin holds out his hand, "Might I take a look at that?" he asks quietly, interest shining in his eyes just as much as in his voice, "This could be something quite important..." trailing off for a moment, he adds with a slow nod, "If you would give the commander what he asks for on that... And speak with him directly if needs be, though I would like to be kept updated on this."

Malahir nods, "handing over the tanned parchment over the stacks of paper inbetween the two men. "I will keep you up to date on this. Our services may be needed to track this deciever down. Should I continue with the new business for today"

Analdin glances over the parchment, not saying anything for a few minutes as he reads. After a while, however, he looks up, setting down the paper, and nods, "Yes, please continue." he says with a light sigh and a glance out the window.

Malahir starts to read his next report, but stops at the sound of a sigh. looking up at you with a concerned look he puts his paper down. "Sir, could I talk to you, as friends. Off the record. I fear something is on your mind, and I think the mentioning of Rohan in danger disturbed you."

Analdin pulls his attention back to the room, looking up with cold blue eyes at the man across from him, "Not just Rohan, my friend. You bring disturbing news from Gondor as well." Leaving it at that, he allows the hard mask of his face to slip, and a heavier sigh to escape.

Malahir sits back in his chair, pulling on his hair stubbed chin. He shrugs as he picks up the paper from his lap. "Ok, new business. I have the monthly report from the supplies office. I've documented in black the current stock, in red, the average monthly usage and those numbers on the margin are the dates and quantity of the last shipment recieved. And those in red there are the last order, and the date of the order. A checkmark means this months shipment has come in", and he hands you the log. "This is my first shipment log, so I thought you ought to know how I organized it.

Analdin nods as Malahir explains the arrangement, leaning foreward to look at the supply log. Staring at it for a moment, he runs his finger down the columns, nodding every so often. Looking up, he says, "Looks good, Malahir..." Trailing off, however, his brows come together as he reads something at the bottom of the page, "But I fear we will be running low on bread soon, if another order is not placed quickly enough. The monthly usage is a bit off on that one." Leaning back in his chair and setting the parchment down on his desk, with a final nod, he adds, "Anything else, Malahir?"

Malahir takes out a feathered ink pen and scratches out a quick note, "Yes sir. I will have the requests filled out. Leaning over the desk and speaking to you frankly, "I've noticed that we are running low on fresh stockings and the men need new boots. It's something that doesn't show in these brab reports, but I thought you should know I've heard the men complaining. What with all the marching lately, the soles seem to have gotten thin. I could run a request for you. I just spoke to the postmaster and he can send it out today. I've even written up the order forms to outfit the company. All I need is your signature here", and he places the paper on the stack in front of the lt. and points to the x on the bottom. "and here.."

Analdin reads over the paper shoved in front of him, with a nod, "It could only be expected that the soles would wear out after marching.. And we have been doing our fair share of that." Picking up the pen he had been making notes with, he leans forward again to rest his hand on the desk, and jots down his signature in the markes places. Nothing fancy, like the seals of the noblemen, just his name, rank, and a number written in rather plain handwriting, "Then this is all for now?" he asks, another light sigh escaping him, "If not, perhaps we could speak again soon, but I am expected to meet with Lieutenant Vorlain in not to long."

Malahir shakes his head. Rearranging his papers in a neat stack on the desk and taking the one under your pen. "That's about it. Everything important at least. I'll go flag the postmaster now. Is there anything else I could do for you today. And maybe you can meet me off duty tonight, or tomorrow. At the inn maybe.

Analdin pauses a moment, then shakes his head, "Nothing right now, Malahir. Just get those forms and reports taken care of.." Glancing down at a sheet on his desk, with a number of names and times written on it, he looks up and says, "How about tommorow, after duty? The inn is as good a place as any." Sketching a salute, though somewhat lacking in enthusiasm, he nods, "And thank you for the reports... you are dismissed."

Malahir salutes smartly, unburdened with reports. "Aye sir. I look forward to talking with you again, off duty. Have a good day sir." and he walks out of the room making as little noise as he can. But the door slams shut from the open window sucking it in quicker than Malahir expected, blowing papers to the floor.