Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20181211225019/@comment-25808351-20181231030934

(Jester) “Such a gentleman!” Roda extends her paw to Prad’s outstretched hand and leads the way. “Now I’m not entirely sure where Armata’s library is. I’ve never been there as I don’t have those privileges. But if we ask Lord Armata, he will tell you where it is.”

Roda and Prad walk there way to the single busiest room in the castle currently. Armata is a lone crimson cloaked Lord poised in his throne as he is approached by countless servants with their reports. He scans over each document handed to him and retains the information within a second, before reaching for the next parchment. It isn’t until Prad and Roda enter the room that his gaze shifts from his work, to them. Armata raises his hand and gains the attention of all.

“Excellent work, all of you. Set your findings over there, and shall review them later. If you’ll excuse me, I have other business.” The staff do as they’re told and drop off their documents, then they respectfully bow and leave. With all but Prad and Roda gone, Armata rises out of his throne.

“Evening Prad, Roda. How may I assist you tonight?”