She sits within the confines of her office. The news is spread before her as well as the rebuttals. There is a glass of wine in one hand and a glowing globes within the other. The room is filled with the sounds of combat and a female cursing. A glowing long sword rests upon the papers.
The Elder Shadowknight studies the orb carefully. She had to give an *A* for effort and showmanship. She also had to commend the fact he was able to get the reactions he desired, particularly outrage.
~Reminds me of Thegrin, daughter.~ Came the rumble of the sword.
"Yes, up until he betrayed you all." She remarked casually as she sipped her wine. "Still there is a roughness to him. He prefers to be out in the open."
~And you daughter?~ The sword rumbled again.
"The power behind the throne." She laughed softly. "He will not last long at this rate before the other barons band together and rise up against him... Neither will the other."
~Bah, Survival of the fitest.~
"Time will tell, father. Time will indeed tell."
The Elder Shadowknight studies the orb carefully. She had to give an *A* for effort and showmanship. She also had to commend the fact he was able to get the reactions he desired, particularly outrage.
~Reminds me of Thegrin, daughter.~ Came the rumble of the sword.
"Yes, up until he betrayed you all." She remarked casually as she sipped her wine. "Still there is a roughness to him. He prefers to be out in the open."
~And you daughter?~ The sword rumbled again.
"The power behind the throne." She laughed softly. "He will not last long at this rate before the other barons band together and rise up against him... Neither will the other."
~Bah, Survival of the fitest.~
"Time will tell, father. Time will indeed tell."