One look at his work would immediately see the epitome of 'I know how to do the work, but you sure as hell aint getting my best' in writing form. Not terrible work, but actively doesn't bother to try.
Needless to say, it's enough to give him a headstart in running from Tabran/work right now.
Unfortunately for Van, the distracted Guild Officer has one ace up his sleeve. A nosy assistant. Bramble is already waiting for the man at the door, calmly smiling at him in a way that suggests 'you don't get to leave so soon or so help me Gods.' Or she's just happy to see him. It's honestly hard to tell.
Heith - Scholar of the World
As he walked inside the guild hall seeing and hearing the happy expression of Bramble Heith gave her a soft smile of his own, "Thank you for your concern Madam Bramble" He said truly meaning that it was nice to have people concerned and thinking about others in this line of business given how the casualty rates could be at times as Hei on his large hat gave a flutter of her own toward Bramble.
"Of course," Bramble replies. "Gotta keep an eye out for my fellow guild-members."
Yska gives Tabran an expression akin to a puppy being kicked as she slowly takes the sheets of paper from the older man. "Old man, I thought occasions like this meant rewards and celebrations. So why are you punishing us?"
"Quit your whining, adventurer." Tabran replies with a wry grin. "Besides, you are getting a reward. Once your finish your paperwork." As she hands in her own forms, he gives a nod. "And perhaps one of these days Bramble could give you extra lessons."
"Oh boy!" Having somewhat recovered, the boy takes the sheaf of papers gratefully as the team scattered to attend to their own, kneeling down to use the seat of a chair. Between every 'subtle', wayward glance to their Handler, the paperwork is almost an afterthought. They watch as he writes 'N/A' for things that really shouldn't be non applicable, crosses out what probably isn't possible to, and leaves one section entirely pictograms.
Somehow either ignorant of Tess's involuntary admiration or choosing to ignore it, Bramble gives the young man a nod as he hands in his paperwork. "Great job out there! Keep it up." This will no doubt kill the poor fellow, but he will die a happy man.
Lawu accepts her chunk of the paperwork and moves to complete it, studiously ignoring Tess's emotional rubber banding.
Once the last of the people here are done with their work, the Guild Officer clears his throat. "Alright. Now that that's over, you can enjoy the rest of your night." He reaches under the desk and pulls forth five large pouches. "And you've earned your reward. Here. A good bit of gold, with a bit extra so you can all spend the night celebrating at a tavern or what have you."
[The party has each received one Medium Fortune Object!]
Tabran nods after handing over each pouch. "Right, then. Get out there. I reccomend the Blundering Badger. Nice place. Don't drink too heavily, because you've all got to be up tomorrow for more work."
Bramble gives a sheepish smile, "I'd join you all, but I've still got work to do. Have a good time!"
