“In conclusion Mister Silvers, ownership of your home is legally enforced by the deed you possess, so marking your territory is both unnecessary and unsavory.” Upon finishing his statement, Emmett eased from his forward and direct posture. Leaning back into his chair, Emmett could see the old and timid Mister Silvers was still shivering with anxiety, despite the leniency he had been granted. Mister Silver's   attorney, a slickly styled vampire, grinned insincerely while gesturing his leave. As the attorney and Mister Silvers motioned to leave the office, Emmett bid them farewell by playfully insisting they stay out of trouble, yet immediately regretted doing so. His remark did not change the tension in the air, and  his visitors departed in silence. 

Now alone, Emmett began stowing his books, records, and other accessories away. Morning would come soon, which meant less shenanigans among Diehlstadt's citizens, at least that is his hope. Despite the fact he intended to end his workday, Emmett still lingered in the courthouse for an extended period. Emmett is notorious for intruding on the affairs of the staff, whether he is helpful or not, and today is a particularly egregious example of this. He engaged nearly everyone he encountered on his way to the exit, receiving innumerable polite dismissals before finally stepping outside. 

Emmett does not own a vehicle, never feeling fatigue, he prefers to walk everywhere he goes. The sun rose as steadily as Emmett walked, Diehlstadt growing more lively as sunlight washed over the town. Creatures and people of every description began spilling into the streets, yet the creatures of the night quickly retreated into their homes. Thoughts of Mister Silvers swirled in the golem's mind, the poor old werewolf spent a moonlit night stewing in Emmett's office over a matter of decency. The cycle of night and day meant little to a golem, but Emmett knew its importance to other creatures. 

He was undisturbed by the cold weather, until his long overcoat began flapping wildly in the wind, revealing a fine navy suit underneath. He quickly clamped a hand atop his homburg hat, hoping to catch it before it flies off. The wind is the only source of trouble Emmett could find as he wanders through town. It is early yet, few problems have shown themselves. When lacking tasks to complete, a golem must find subjects to learn. Having spent an entire evening making difficult and serious decisions, Emmett figured he is long overdue in making a nonsensical one. 

Entering a modest looking establishment, Emmett doffs his hat, revealing the magic runes inscribed upon him. Turning his head like the turret of a battle cruiser to meet the receptionist of the facility, Emmett announces “Hello, my name is Emmett Pierce, and I would like to schedule an examination with Doctor Pierce please.” 

[@Konami]