Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20190901063142/@comment-27550231-20191213023652

Inside the dimly lit room Imperia found a large round wooden table of unremarkable quality. The wood was aged and cracked its surface textured and rough to the touch. Closest to the door were two chairs and across from her sat four figures; Genevieve the historian, head of census and populace. Edwards; Mater of the watch and head of their meager military. Wallace; head of commerce and treasurer Marcellus; Head of the council and acting lord of Harkon.

Marcellus: "Take a seat Ms. Altovadus. Are you here alone today? We were expecting Lord Jorge to be with you tonight. Or perhaps he does not have much faith in the battle to not show up tonight."

Wallace: "The nerve! He called us in and doesn't have the decency to show up himself!"

Genevieve: "Do calm dowm darling. I am certain that he has a lot on his mind with that little predicament he had with his daughter not that long ago.

Edwards sat silently as he had nothing to provide to the conversation but he could not help himself from looking over Imperia over and again.

Marcellus: "Now... why do you wish to fight against his marriage? He agreed to it. What investment do you have in him that surpasses that of the town and our lord himself?"