Lord Zash had dramatically risen on Slyvain's personal list of wanted masters after meeting with her the previous night. Word reached him quickly that she was looking for help getting the help to listen to her orders. After greeting the Lord, he quickly began about the work of getting the library in shape. For years in his life he had ordered around servants and others, so this task came quite naturally to him.
He spent sometime impressing on the help's fragile minds the reasons why they should consider carefully the consequences of angering Lord Zash. While the servants were quite convinced by the argument, they started to wonder why it was exactly they had to listen to this young noble gallivanting as someone important.
As they began to slow down a bit, Sylvain turned gears a bit. He reconsidered they means by which they all were working and reconfigured the labor to better suit the task. He started pressing the help in a way that was inspiring and led them all to want to be better and was far more efficient than they had previously been doing. Yet, somehow there was something that just kept sticking in the servants' craw, even though efficiency was through the roof.
One of the servants eventually spoke up, "Aren't you like 15 or something? Why are you talking like you own the place?"
Sylvain responded to that outburst with a glare, "You think you shouldn't have to listen to me because I am young?" He smiled and drew closer to the servant, his eyes slowly burning a hole in the man's forehead. "Perhaps you would like to reconsider your comment?" Sylvain asked as he reached out to the man's mind with the force. The servant became noticeably uncomfortable, as if his mind began to burn from within him. Soon the man was on his knees, "Ye.... yes.... Lord Tarsin... you are right. I was remiss in my comment."
Sylvain smiled grimly, "You are fortunate you are not my servant, or I would have one of your friends already out buying a replacement. I would hate to damage Lord Zash's property, so for today you live... I cannot speak for the next time you have an outburst, however."
Looking back up at the others he was directing he said coolly but forcefully, "Now back... to... work..."
The servants began to bustle around with greater haste than ever before.
Rolls:
Day 1| Night at the Museum | Roll 1: Coercion(Willpower):
1eP+2eA+2eD 1 success, 1 threatDay 1| Night at the Museum | Roll 2: Leadership(Presence):
1eP+2eA+2eD 2 successes, 1 threatDay 1| Night at the Museum | Roll 3: Force Power: Influence:
1 Dark Side Darkside Point Used for Success(Passed All Three Rolls)