The Messiah and the Plague Doctor (Closed)

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe followed him. the door was unlocked, and seemed pretty ordinary, so as to not draw attention to it.  

[Steel Jay]

Caleb slid the door open with a pale white hand slowly. The door made a terrible rumble as it opened.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Mocha was playing chess against herself on an elaborately-made antique set made of marble.
Shee saw Caleb and Moe.
"Whaddya want?"  

[Steel Jay]

"I would like to open an apothecary in Midgard, I was told it was necessary to meet with yourself." Caleb replied.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Mocha nodded.
"Oh, yes. I'm sure you'd like a remote location wwhere nobody can access it..."
She took out a clipboard that listed property values.
"Cheapest option would have to be a small floating island. If you can portal, it's nothing, but if oyu can't, well, the travel options'll cost ya..."  

[Steel Jay]

"I would like to have a location that will bring myself profit." Caleb retorted.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Mocha nodded.
"Oh, right. Sorry, though you meant 'apothecary' as in one of those medical warehouses to hold shipments."
Mocha highlighted a piece of land on her map.
"Well, on the other side of William and I's castle-- not the emporium, the other side-- there's a large piece of unused property that is collecting dust due to its huge business and location values. since I dislike an undecorated patch of land being right neext to my castle, you've saved the world three times over form what I've heard, and I owe the world to Moe, I'll gladly let oyu have it."  

[Steel Jay]

"Then it is dealt with." Caleb took a step forward. "...I am going to be needing the deed to the plot of land."  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Mocha nodded, and, writing a note with an odd red quill detailing Caleb's ownership and possession of the land, its parameters, and the laws surrounding its safety, she signed it.
"There," Mocha said, handing it to him. "If anyone doubts it, it's written and signed in my own blood. Yes, it's dried, don't worry. A group of construciton men will be paid to ask oyu about your plans..."  

[Steel Jay]

Caleb took the paper and folded it before slipping it into the robe. "...Thank you for your time." He turned around and walked out of the room.  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe followed him.
"I wwonder how the plans will turn out."  

[Steel Jay]

Caleb sighed. "...Depends on how well my layout is received."  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

A large fleet of construction men appeared, and then asked in another language about something.
Moe looked up at Caleb.
"They're aksing baout the plans, Sir. If oyu want, I'll translate it for them..."  

[Steel Jay]

Caleb took out his rough draft and held it out to them. "Tell them this is the base layout."  

[Miss Lovely Rita]

Moe handed it to them, talking in a language that consisted mainly of vowel sounds with only a couple of consonants. It took a minute for her to say five words.
She turned to Caleb.
"Anything else, until they ask me about specific dimensions?"