Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181223234557

(BT) Armata scans Jorge with the keen eye and ascertainment of an immortal, as the tiny Dhampir bolts into the giant knight’s arms. He takes a moment to let Imperia stew in her surprise and for Jorge to embrace his newfound daughter, before stating his business.

“My reason for seeking you out, my most trusted advisor, is the overwhelming cast of subordinates troubling me of your absence. There is a rather large sum who have pressing matters they need you for.”

“Oh, yes, my Lord. I was simply giving myself a bit of respite and distraction from my ceaseless duties.” Imperia bows again respectfully, understanding that Armata had turned away from his own extensive to-do-list to locate her.

“Understandable, Ms.Altovadus. When you are ready, return to your office at once. We have much more to do before the twilight hour is upon us.” Armata speaks with such absolution and authority, yet still managing to sound sympathetic and magnanimous.

“Yes, my Lord.” Imperia reluctantly agrees, and bows one last time to show Armata she understands the situation.