Musty carriages and ballrooms were never a place for a lad of fifteen. Though Dravius had seen much of the world he always seen it from the inside of a sterile cage. The dangers far off the adventures imagined. Today would be a day like any other, warm waiting rooms, chuffing emissaries, being herded from one room to the next. All while his father went about royal business.
Dravius Barsoom Daalmuud was ever his father's companion on his diplomatic journeys. Often tasked with entertaining pot belled princelings or bucktoothed princesses, while his father went about the business of securing trade routes and writing treaties. The city of Copper Sound was a welcomed distraction. It was a large town, one of the few dwarven cities not built in the mountains and housed their large museum, known as the vaults.
The lordling had no heir for the lad to entertain, instead he was left with a husky guardsman, named Oilamar, who was deep in his cups by lunch.
Dravius Barsoom Daalmuud was ever his father's companion on his diplomatic journeys. Often tasked with entertaining pot belled princelings or bucktoothed princesses, while his father went about the business of securing trade routes and writing treaties. The city of Copper Sound was a welcomed distraction. It was a large town, one of the few dwarven cities not built in the mountains and housed their large museum, known as the vaults.
The lordling had no heir for the lad to entertain, instead he was left with a husky guardsman, named Oilamar, who was deep in his cups by lunch.