The manager motioned to someone at the door, and a moment later, a whip-thin man in his later middle years with silver hair at his temples and sideways slitted eyes that spoke of nonhuman heritage entered.
"Manager, how may I be of assistance?" He asked.
"Julio, Duke Wistover is looking for a Castellan, and I thought that it might be a good opportunity for you."
The manager's hands said the exact same thing, confirming that it wasn't a trick. The Accountant smiled as he noticed Dominic, then bowed politely.
"I have heard much about you, My Lord. Will this be a long-term request? Or a transitional position during the rebuilding?" He asked.
"Long Term." Dominic agreed.
{With the chance to make the role hereditary if you have a trained heir.}
The accountant nodded.
"I would be honoured to join you."
{Are you taking that mad carpenter's family? The wife is broken, her mind is about gone.}
