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The Steward of the Midwinter Hearth is a year-round position, and so Robin Kovacs keeps an office at the Freehold Hollow. The middle-aged Helldiver wears a pantsuit, rumpled from a long day of work, as she sits in her cottage, going through a stack of paperwork; her Winter Mantle, subtle even at her relatively prominent level, leaves a small chill in the air, and an illusory snowflake or two. She wears cat-eye glasses, her pitch-black eyes sliding over the text in front of her as she makes notes, and her skin is slate-grey. The air around her stirs, reaching to grab a stack of paper and bring it to her, or carry another stack and set it somewhere else.
There would be a knock at the door, whether it was open or not, and once he was bidden entry Asbolus made his way inside, dressed neatly but casually in dark jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with a black jacket to keep off the chill. He gave Robin a nod as he entered, looking over the room before turning his gaze back to the Steward. "Evening."
"Asbolus, correct?" Robin looks up from her paperwork, and her smile is a slender thing, mostly preoccupied. "Good evening. Please, have a seat, and remind me of why we're meeting? The end of Winter has left me with... a lot to do." The air lifts and moves a stack of documents, setting it up on a shelf.
"Yes ma'am, and I can imagine." He nodded, taking the offered seat. "I've been looking into getting some new documentation for myself, and there had been mention of you offering assistance with such things."
"Ah!" She gestures with one hand, and a folder comes down from the shelf, opening up facing Asbolus. "That's definitely within my purview," Robin agrees, and she slides a pen across the table toward him. "If you'd just do me a favor and fill this out with what you need, and what you'd like on your documentation."
"I apologize, it's just a lot," she laughs softly. "I don't mean to forget my agenda items."
"I'll need everything from the ground up, unfortunately. Not really able to claim what was." He took the pen and folder and began to make note of the documentation needed.
"Unfortunately common; They don't leave us much, do they?" There's a slim, tight smile, then. "But I'm happy to help."
"Not usually, no." In an odd way his had given him something in exchange, but that was neither here nor there at the moment. "Much appreciated. Been trying to get out and about more often on that side of things, and I know that I'll be hitting that particular wall sooner than later."
There's a small, vague smile from the Midwinter Hearth's Steward, and she sits back, waiting for the paperwork to be finished. "Oh, it's my job. We all have to do what we can do for each other."
"Indeed." Once the paperwork was done he slid the folder back over. "On that note, are there any projects you're needing assistance with at the moment?" Pale eyes went ever-so-briefly towards the stack of folders which housed the rather uniquely-named one before returning to the Steward. "More than happy to help."
Her eyebrows rise, and she looks toward the folders for a moment; it's probably just a random shifting of the pile of papers that shoves the stack toward the back of her desk and hides the rather uniquely-named one that Asbolus noticed. Her smile goes a little brittle, then. "Just wrapping up at the end of our Season, and I'll mostly hand over my duties to someone else; focus on getting things handled mortal-side the rest of the year. Thank you for the offer, though."
Curiouser and curiouser... "Understood. If you need assistance going forward, do let me know."
She takes back the folder, and puts it on top of that stack by means of floating air assistance. "I will," Robin offers, adding, "If I come up with anything I could use your help with, I'll let you know when your paperwork comes in." Her tone has the sound of a closing door in it.
"Sounds good." He nodded, catching the finality in her tone all too clearly. "Thank you again. I'll leave you to your business."
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