The Norskmann had to scurry to keep up with her, and as it was, she kept coming back to him to hurry him along, bouncing circles around him as he again forced his pace to match hers. This happened several times.

As promised, he looked presentable. He had washed himself and changed clothings from the night before (spent all at the Red Dragon without sleeping) and had combed his hair. He had picked his skyblue woolen tunic, thigh length and belted, trimmed in a much darker blue. This trim was decorated with embroidered and brightly colorful gripping beasts that battled one another in a knotted combat. His tight leather breeks were well worn but bore no cuts or tears and his polarbear boots were clean of mud. He wore a modest assortment of silver armbands around wide, strong wrists (he oft used pieces of these as payment in the taverns and in the market) and a plain heavy silver torc sat around his neck, open at the front and knobbed with bearheads...nothing too fancy. His scabbard held a simple, double-edged sword with a broad channel and short, straight guards, the leather hilt well broken in and the pommel with hungry eyes in a plain, silver-wire spiral. He was glad that Taneth was pleased with his appearance. It had seemed very important to her that he looked a little better than usual.

Guthorm, of course, had made his observance of the landmarks of Old Town as he was led through the streets. Walking a little stiffly, he cast his always shifting eyes casually into every alleyway and around corners in passing. It would not be long now, he hoped, for something to advance this dangerous game. Gods, he was Eager! Familiar sayings echoed in his mind with each jarring step... Westward drives the giant, Hrym, his shield high; the World Serpent rises from the water, lashing at the waves: the bright-beaked raven rends corpses, screaming: Naglfar sails free.

He entered the law office of Dewey, Cheetham, and Howe with squeaky clean thoughts centered squarely on Taneth and her mission here (he was no fool...he knew that some folk could mind read in this land) and paused, standing his full height and with Nordic aloofness, to wait as she made announcement of their presence. Interesting, the look on the receptionist's face. Interesting, the surroundings of this place. It was quite foreign to him, this....office.

And there she came again after announcement, Taneth and her bouncing. He gifted her with an easy smile and his full attention.

"Well spoken, Tanny. I hope he will not keep you waiting long."

Taneth's cheeks turned a lovely pink shade as Mister Dewey complimented and shook her hand (she really hadn't a clue what she could be getting herself or Guthorm into). She bounced in place a couple times as she replied, "Thank you, Mister Dewey. I wanted to look nice for you."

The removal of Mister Dewey's hand from her own and the motion to Guthorm brought her back to the purpose of the return to Dewey, Cheetham, and Howe. Taneth turned to face both Guthorm and Dewey with her own cheerful smile. She clasped her hands together as she hopped once as she exclaimed excitedly, "Oh! Mister Dewey, this is my wonderful friend Guthorm! He's the one I told you that wanted a job?" She trailed off as she leaned to murmur to Dewey as if sharing some secret. "He gave me some great ideas that helped me with agreeing to help plan parties for you."

The bouncing girl leaned up on tiptoes as she motioned to Guthorm. "He said he could be like my assistant and help me find things needed for parties as well as anyone who gives me a hard time. Oh! Oh! And he said"." She trailed off again as she turned to look up at Guthorm. "Do you want to tell him about what you can do or should I?" Taneth bounced from foot to foot then waved at Guthorm as she said, "Perhaps you'd better tell him.?

The blush from Taneth and her words of wanting to look nice for him was not lost on Dewey. In fact, he made special note of it, though his smile and eyes remained ever warm and gentle. It was inside that his palms rubbed with glee and his countenance turned sly and calculating like some caricatured villain in a silent movie. The lawyer made sure to lean in close while Taneth murmured. "Ah, the friend, yes. Some ideas, you say' On...." Lord Dewey's gaze ran over Guthorm's powerful form again and his laugh was hearty and good-natured. "Well, if his ideas gave you cause to agree to take the position, Miss Mercer, I am well grateful. Well grateful, indeed. I am sure his assistance would be an asset."

Once more, deep brown eyes of kindly light went to the tall Norseman with the male's greeting, returning his strong handshake firmly and meeting the shifting gaze dead on, smiling. In bearing and welcome, Dewey conveyed the man's sliding ice blue eyes gave no pause. No, surfaces were just that, and the senior partner of Dewey, Cheetham, and Howe had other means to know what lie beneath them.

"It is a pleasure to make the acquaintance of one Miss Mercer calls friend, Sir Guthorm." As the Norseman spoke again the subtle movement and tap to his sword was acknowledged with a single nod and a knowing grin. "Yes, work in town. I have no doubts your talents could be placed to great service not only in assisting Miss Mercer, but also for this firm in general, Sir Guthorm. What say I introduce you to my partner, Mister Howe? He oversees the security matters in the firm."

Dewey's attentions returned to Taneth then, taking just a moment to admire and bask in the ever-present energy that seemed to stream from her. "I hope all this means you have decided to accept the position, Miss Mercer. I would like you to meet Mister Howe as well, and am eager to hear your ideas for furthering Dewey, Cheetham and Howe's philanthropic endeavors."

Mortimer had been listening, attentive to any need one of DCH's senior partners might require. Seeing Dewey's nod to him as he spoke to the energetic blonde and her large companion, the youth picked up the phone receiver again, pressing a second red button and speaking low. "Sorry to interrupt, Mister Howe, sir, but Mister Dewey is in the reception area with some people he would like you to meet."

When Howe's phone rang, he'd been belittling his staff on the shoddy work done so far, gathering damning evidence against the Bloods. The reporter is a sly one and would not likely fall for the same circumstantial tripe they'd given to the mousy female, Sharon. Tera would take more condemning evidence to win over. Therefore it comes as no surprise that he answers the call angrily.

"What"!"

"Sorry to interrupt, Mister Howe, sir, but Mister Dewey is in the reception area with some people he would like you to meet."

"I see." Being summoned by Dewey is not insignificant, but Mortimer would later get an earful for bothering him at such a crucial moment. He hangs up the phone while casting a baleful eye on his staff. "I want this job done fifteen minutes ago, and this time" Make it look good!"

Howe steps from the meeting room painting his most benevolent expression on his face. Dewey had just this morning reminded him, yet again, that he needs to be more cordial and Howe knows better not to challenge the senior partner especially when being called for an introduction.

In short order Howe appears in the reception area, beady eyes roaming over the bouncy blonde then the large, intimidating Norsemen, careful to keep the congenial fa"ade as he turns to Dewey. "Grand day to all!" his tone jovial and light, he sounds and looks sincere. "I suspect this is the lady you spoke so highly of?"

Beady eyes rest on Taneth as he extends his hand, bowing from his ample waist. "Pleased to make your acquaintance, My Lady."

Yet it is the male that has Howe's real attentions; an unknown entity, Howe is very curious to discover why the Norseman is here.

Taneth fairly giggled with sheer delight as Mister Howe bowed in his greeting to her. In fact, a few quiet giggles escaped and the energies within her only brightened and grew with the blonde's excitement. Her eyes twinkled as she stepped back to curtsey as she said, "Pleased to meet you, Mister Howe."

A hand lifted to motion to Guthorm as she straightened and smiled up at the large Norseman. "This is my friend Guthorm and he shall be joining my work here." At this statement, she looked to Mister Dewey for confirmation. There was a brief flicker in her energy as a small amount of uncertainty threaded its way in. Should Mister Dewey decline then she would not stay, but she knew he would not deny her the one small comfort of having Guthorm work with her.

As Dewey's hand withdrew, Taneth reached out to grab it lightly with her own. She smiled and held his hand gently as she exclaimed merrily, "We should talk of projects for I'm sure there is much that can be done!" Whatever energy that had been supped upon did not even show a sign of lacking. In fact, as some was taken and dined upon, more just seemed to replace what was lost. Taneth was about to start off with Dewey, dragging him off in any direction as she had no real knowledge of where to go within the building, when she paused to look worriedly at Guthorm.

"Will you be all right, Guthorm?" The bouncy blonde slid her concerned gaze to Dewey. "Will Guthorm and I see each other soon' I do not know that he will be all right without me for too long."

Taneth twitched lightly as her concern for her friend had her partially changing her mind to run off to work with Dewey. Her gaze swept from each figure and the toes of her heeled shoes began to nudge into the floor gently. The girl had suddenly become a bundle of nervous energy.