His Travels

I, Dancus James Frumac, arrived at work in the Varrock East Bank early in the morning. I felt tired, and I had a pounding migraine. I punched in, and headed for the my booth. Not suprisingly, I was the first one there; it was still the early dawn. When my boss arrived one hour later, he seemed to notice my distress. "Frumac, is there something wrong?" he asked.

"Nah, I just had a rough night is all."

"That's what you said yesterday. I think you are being stressed out working a 7 day-a-week 5-9 job."

"Yes, let's go with that," I said mockingly.

"You need a holiday. Go."

"What?" I said, "Money's already tight, and I've got mortgage and debt and other stuff to worry about. I can't afford to take a holiday!"

"GO! I'll pay for your frikkin' debt! Go!"

"Alright, alright," I said. I gathered my things and headed out of the bank.