Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181213034611

(Everyone) Armata listens intently as Jorge explains, and the castle’s Lord has a sudden shift in expression and mood. “Interesting. Anyways follow me, Jorge. I have your helmet.” Walking alongside Armata throughout to the private wings of the castle where only the high ranked members of the Covenant may enter. High Class Vampires and there husbands nonchalantly roam or huddle in groups engaging in vacuous conversation, care free of any work. Unfortunately Imperia’s lack of rest is made apparent again as Armata and Jorge pass by her office.

The Vampiress is being assaulted by a fearsome line of assistants holding documents, folders, and messages all for her to read, authenticate, note and file for Armata to review later. As three assistants stand before her desk all spouting information simultaneously at her. The weariness and exhaustion is plain as day. A oil lamp burning next to her, shrouding her in it’s glow as she rubs her forehead.

Once she’s done messaging her forehead, she looks up in time to see Jorge passing by, and a small smile of relief grows on her face but is swiftly sniffed out and her attention redirected to her work as a panicked assistant sets down another stack of papers. Her office falls out of sight as they round the corner.

“Tell me what kind of ranch would you run? One for raising livestock, horses, crops?”