The prompt: A situational site-write: your character has been offered a job.
- Kharnis of Moon Guard US

"What are you still doing here, whelp?"
Adriestia looked up from the book she was casually inspecting, open in her hand to a diagram of a certain scrying circle. She met the angry emerald gaze of one of the Scryers' lieutenants, taking a step backward as she recoiled from the vitriolic address. "I beg your pardon?"
"'I beg your pardon, Lieutenant,' and I asked what you were doing here." The dark-haired blood knight sneered down at the young girl, reaching over to close the book with one gauntleted hand. She took it from the girl and set it back on the shelf.
"I beg your pardon, Lieutenant Dawnforge, but I don't understand what you mean." Adries smiled placidly, turning back toward the bookshelf.
"You know as well as I do that the 'Netherblood' cell of our operation was dissolved months ago, and we can't afford to support hangers-on." She grabbed the warlock's wrist in midair, wrenching the girl around to face her once more. "Go back to Silvermoon to cut your teeth, Nether-be-damned tramp." Dawnforge let the caster go, turning on her heel to march angrily out of the Seer's Library. It was only after a moment Adries realized that the Lieutenant hadn't been wearing the Scryers' colors, as she usually did so proudly.
Adriestia didn't reach for the book again; though the blood knight was a rapidly receding memory, she was sure someone would be happy to repeat Dawnforge's performance.
A few moments later -- though it could have been hours, for all Adries knew -- there was a soft, cold hand on her shoulder.
"Don't mind the Lieutenant," Volali murmured comfortingly. "She's just lost her brother and --"
"I'm sure she doesn't need you making excuses for her, Enchantrix," Adries sighed.
"Yes, well ... I don't think she needs to know, do you?" The warlock only shook her head. Volali straightened, glancing up at the book the blood knight had wedged into the topmost shelf. She laid it out in Adriestia's hands. "When you're finished with that, you'll put it back where it belongs," she said. Not imperiously, but with the conviction of someone who could judge the future. "And once you've done that, maybe you wouldn't mind helping us do the same for others, who aren't so courteous?"