Rich Family?

[Larry Smithson]

Larry limped up to the large doors and heard the voice of the rather annoying accent of the stereotypical guard. ''So... peasant, what business do you have with the north then, then?''
''I have relatives here.'' Larry explained
''Oh do you now... Eh?''
''Yes i do.''
''Oh....?''
''Lady Greylotte.''
''Whats your name? Please?''
''Larry Smithson''
''Very well... i will ask for permission.'' The guard looked at Larry for about 5 seconds before turning his head round and whispering some words to a nearby guard, the guard walked in one direction. The guard smiled at Larry and there was a 10 minute pause before the other guard came back with the permission.
''Is thier a Larry... A Larry Smithson?'' As Larry was the only one standing there he looked at the man with disbelief. ''Your kidding me right?'' Larry said.

The doors opened and Larry limped in. The guard escorted him to his grandmothers house. ''Put these on,'' the guard handed him some posh looking gentleman clothes before they entered the house. Larry placed them other his bloodstained chainmail bodying. The guard walked away and Larry was left at the door, he knocked and very soon a stiff standing butler led him to the lounge.

[Larry Smithson]

As Larry and the butler slowly walked down the long narrow hallway they eventually reached the lounge, the butler nodded and left Larry at the lounge entrance.

Their was a large chair that was facing the window, ''Larry.. Larry, please sit down,'' said a soft crackly voice with a posh accent, it was coming from the chair. Larry sat down unsure and slightly nervous, he had come here for another chance, another chance to succeed in life, this would be his only chance. ''Larry i understand you haven't had a proper job yet.'' The lady in the chair spun round to face Larry. She had short thick grey hair, and was sipping on some tea, she placed it onto a tea cup plate on the table beside her, ''Tea Larry?'' She offered.
''Urmm, no thank you.'' His grandmother chuckled before saying, ''yes..yes, I'm pretty sure you hero types don't have any time to drink tea.''
''Grandmother Greylotte, that is what i've come to talk about actually, i am no longer a hero, and i was wondering...if you had any... job opportunity's?''
''That's funny you say that Larry, i'm currently handing down my Job as occupational director.'' Larry leaned closer to listen. ''The other of my grandchildren are far to spoilt and unsure of the world around them.''

''I am offering you Larry Smithson the job of occupational director. You will be trialed at first in bowerstone, then when we feel you excell, you can begin to manage most of the towns in.. well.. the whole of Albion.'' Larry smiled and stood up placing out his hand to a gentle handshake.