> PS: Write anonymous letter to BQ.

You’re pretty sure she’d recognize your handwriting, but why don’t you just flip over this memo and—

Oh.

Never mind.

> PS: Pick up card.

It’s a MEMO. You must have written it to yourself at some point, but you can’t remember what it meant.

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It seems there was a card stuck under the table runner.

> PS: Pick up table runner.

You pick up the TABLE RUNNER. It’s just a piece of cloth, nothing special. You wrap it around your neck like a scarf.

It kind of makes you look like a TOOL.

> PS: Pick up quill pen and ink.

You pick up your IVORY REGISWORD and gently slide it out of it’s SHEATH. The noble blade has long been your closest friend in many a political dispute.

It’s gonna be a long day.

> PS: Examine desk.

You gaze upon the glory that is your desk; a desk fit for an agent of high status such as yourself. Upon the desk rests a PEN, a BOTTLE OF INK, and a PROSPITAN TABLE RUNNER.

> PS: Quickly retrieve arms from desk.

You’ve already got arms, dingus!

((Ask box is closed now, thank you to everyone who sent commands!))

You are one of the top Prospitan Smoothtalkers on the planet. Solicitations for your service are numerous in quantity. Compensation, adequate. It is a brisk winter afternoon. You are feeling particularly diplomatic today.

What will you do?

> PS: Quickly retrieve arms from desk.