Thread: Construct loved by Many Faces(PsionicCuttlefish & Micbunny)

The warforged's head tilted to the side slightly, mimicking the humanoid mannerism that he had picked up on long ago. I have not forgotten that your name is Amy, Commander. He replied in deliberately typical warforged deadpan. When she continued to walk, he settled in behind her like he was her shadow, albiet a slightly clanking shadow a couple feet taller than her. In truth, it wasn't like he was incapable of calling her by her real--or cover--names, and he did so whenever it was actually important and calling her 'Commander' would blow her cover. He didn't live ten years in the war by being stupid. The word was just familiar and comfortable to him...plus, it was amusing to observe her reactions whenever he did that. He never told her that, of course. When they finally reached her shop, and his employer unlocked the door and enterd, Hardwall walked in briskly after her and turned immediately to the right, where he placed his three-digited hand over a specific place on the wall. A Kundarak-made alarm rune glowed into visibility, confirming that the shop and house had been undisturbed while they were gone. Satisfied, he unshouldered the backpack and moved over to the storage cabinets as directed, and quickly began emptying the bag, one item at the time, placing every item in a neat arrangement right where it belonged. Since Hardwall had taken over housekeeping and inventory duties as well, the place had been much tidier, handled with the neat efficiency only a career military man or construct could muster. When Tam asked about the item she had forgotten, Hardwall was quick to answer. Yes, I did procure the gnomish tincture distiller. I have already placed it with the rest of your distillation apparati. I also took the liberty of acquiring the rubber seals you mentioned you might need for the pneumatic system, they are in the storage cabinets. Also, I am obliged to remind you that the special commission for Mister Bullron's expeditionary party is due in two days. The warforged rattled off all the things that him employer required, and then some, as he had learned a number of the changeling's habits and when she was liable to forget things, and was always quick to volunteer information and take initiative to help support her. Changelings...Hardwall hadn't known Tam was a changeling when he was originally hired. It didn't take long for it to come out, but he hadn't exactly been pleased when it did. Changelings had garnered a well-deserved reputation during the Last War as the most notoriously effective spies outside of the elven bearers of the Dragonmark of Shadow, and footsoldiers like himself hated spies an enemy who didn't give you a proper fight. It also didn't help that few officers considered it a particularly high priority to inform their warforged soldiers properly of changelings, leading them to hear exagerrated rumors that attributed more powers to the doppleganger-descended than they had. But, after spending a year with Tam and learning her precise capabilities and that she was just more or less an ordinary citizen making her way in Sharn, he had gotten comfortable with her and felt no apprehension anymore. When Tam had walked back into view, now in her true form, Hardwall spoke up again. Shall I prepare you a meal before opening up the shop?