There was a loud tinkling sound that bounced around the nearly empty room after the lamp played a game of chicken with the wood floor and technically won.  "God(s) damn it!"  There was a heavy thump as a heavy boot smacked almost gently against the nearest wall.  There would've been a much harder thump, but the place was being rented, and there wasn't any point in wasting the deposit just yet.  "Well there goes the whole operating after the sun went down idea."  The man crossed his arms.  "Unless I can get another one for six box.--- unless."  He pulled out his wallet and checked to see if the 'unless' had any chance.  It didn't.  

Jynmi wanted to yell, and would've but there was a knock on the door.  As much as he wanted to scream, it wasn't the time now, not any more.  He took hold of the anger and pushed it down.  There'd been a lot building up so he needed to use a wide plunger, combined with all the body weight he could muster before he could shove the anger into its basement and lock the heavy oak doors.  "One moment please."  He called, as he hurried around his cheap desk to sit on the lawn chair behind it.  He cleared his throat.  "Come in, please."

There was a whine from the door, protesting the lack of any popper greasing in the last couple of months and the face of someone angelic with a neck that could make a bull whistle came in.  "Imsar?"  The woman said, nodding to him, and taking the chair opposite him.  It was a nicer chair, still the lawn variety, but it was a dark brown that went well with the color of the room.  "Everything alright?"

"Sure, Max."  Jynmi said.  "Nodding.  As good as it could be, anyways, but enough about me and the remains of a suicidal lamp you should watch your step for.  What's going on with you?  Got another job for me, by any chance, because I'll be honest I'm not in the best circumstances financially at the moment. "

The woman gave a small nod before reaching into her pocket to pull out an envelope.  "Well its not much, but here's what I owe you from the last job."  Jynmi took it without a word, and the paper disappeared into his coat pocket.  "As for something new, yeah I've got something, but its not going to be easy.  Could be dangerous."

"Dangerous huh?  That's a new one.  If its so bad why not get one of the wardens to do it?"

"A bit short handed at the moment.  Look, if the jobs too much for you."

Jynmi waved away the rest of her sentence as if it was a bee getting too close for comfort.  "No Problem.  I'll take it, whatever it is.  What's the job?"

"There's a rogue we need you to track down?"

Jynmi's eyes narrowed.  "A warlock?"  The woman shook her head.  "What then?"

"Its difficult to explain, especially since most of it I'm not even supposed to know, but what I can tell you is guy hasn't technically broken any of the laws of magic, and his name is Jarold Glinmer."  She handed him a picture of a middle aged man with a goatee, and thick glasses.  The guy's head was smooth enough to confuse for a flesh colored pool ball.  "His last seen address is on the back."  There was an awkward moment of silence before Max got to her feet and with a quick nod hurried out the door, closing it softly behind her.  

For a moment Jynmi sat in silence, looking at the man's picture and trying to figure out exactly why someone the wardens were looking for could be considered rogue, but not a warlock.  He shrugged and headed out to his car, the Frankenstein.  "Okay Mr Glimmer."  He pushed the key into the ignition, and the engine came to life with a nervous little squeak which was better than what he normally got.  "Let's see if I can get my hands on you before the electric bill is due.  "