"Damnit."


    "I''m here about the job posting."


    "What job posting?" The man''s eyes were magnified by his glasses. He looked kind of like a fish. He had a thick beard that flowed down to his belt, and his hair was a deep red color. His bushy brows furrowed as he looked at me. ."


    "I found this at the job board." I handed the fish-eyed man the piece of paper.


    "Oh, that job! That''s right, yes yes." He crumpled the paper and threw it into a bin.  He clomped down the step ladder and walked to the curtain.


    "What was the job for?"


    "What job?"


    "The one I just showed you. On the paper?"


    "Oh right! Well, I''m going out of town this week and need to keep the nargles out. Nasty little creatures, them. Really nasty. I can''t let them ruin my stuff!"Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    "Nargles?"


    "Yup."


    "Uh... what''s a nargle?" I''d never heard of them.


    "You don''t know about nargles?" The man stepped down his stepladder, disappeared into the back, reemerged with a large book in his hands, climbed the ladder again, and threw the book down. He licked his fingers before opening the book and flicking through the pages. After going through about half of the large book page by page, he gave a humph of success. !"


    "Nasty buggers. Eat everything up." Farvad pushed his glasses closer to his eyes and peered "How do you not know about them? Everyone knows about them!"


    "Sorry, I''m not from here. My friend and I just got to Galden yesterday."


    "No excuse!" The man snapped the book shut.


    "Um... didn''t you say the job wasn''t available anymore?" You old coot.


    "Of course it''s available. Why wouldn''t it be? I put the job posting up on the job board after all. Damn humans, no sense." The man pulled the book off the desk and marched it into the back. A minute later, he returned with a toolbox. Climbing back up, he opened the toolbox to"Which one, which one? Ah! Here it is." He pulled a crumbling parchment out of the box."It''s an old contract. I wrote it a while back for a different job, but I figured, why waste it?" He extended a tiny arm across the countertop and handed me the scroll.


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    "Okay, sign here."


    "I haven''t—"


    "Sign here." The old man stared up at me, his enormous eyes threatening behind his gigantic glasses. Reluctantly, I signed.  He took the contract back, rolled it up, and handed it to me."I''m off." The man picked up a bag from behind his front desk, pulled a hat off a nearby hook, and walked out of the front door"Oh, yeah, the bathroom is out back. Have a great week!" He disappeared again.