Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28358106-20170331010116/@comment-28358106-20170331010844

Siphral stood over the ebony table, looking over the stacks of documents that lay before them. Her brow wrinkled in disdain. Once an Order Templar, now turned Vampire, she had even less patience for the necessities of diplomacy. But, she was patient, clear-headed, and above all things, obedient. It was for those qualities that she now stood beside Armata De'Sange, the lord of the Keep and the only male Vampire in the world.

Her armor glittered in the candlelight, rattling a bit as she shifted her weight. She squinted at the papers.

"Forgive me, Lord, but again, while I see the benefits of an alliance with Zahmeria, is all of this truly necessary for simple trade talks? Why can we not sit at a table and simply discuss what we mean to do first, and leave this to others to figure out?  This is unworthy of your time."