The Roe and his Elezen companion explore the hall outside of Lady Crote's office. Both having recently escorted have waited a fair amount of time for the Sultansworn's appearance; men of their class were not meant to be kept waiting, and the Roe elite clearly wasn't having a comfortable time doing so.
The Elezen was busy inspecting a painting of the Sultana in finer detail through half-mooned glasses, while the Roe stands still as a statue, hands behind in back, next to a very plush looking bench. He refused to sit on it on the pretense of finding it dusty and "lumpy-looking."
"Sir, are you sure you wouldn't rather just send a letter to the knight?" the Elezen pushes his long, white hair back as he addresses his master. "The prisoner isn't going anywhere after all."
"No, we will wait here until she returns." The Roe barks out resolutely. "The Flame officers of the prison were paid a well enough sum to provide us with at least a temporary service of loyalty...besides, I don't want my claim wasting away any longer in that dingy piece of shite they call a prison. The Flame's reputation for the care of their prisoners isn't glamorous by any means, I don't want them to spoil my prize."
The Elezen nods his head simply with a long, over-exaggerated sigh. He really does hope she shows up soon for his master really isn't one to be kept waiting.
The Elezen was busy inspecting a painting of the Sultana in finer detail through half-mooned glasses, while the Roe stands still as a statue, hands behind in back, next to a very plush looking bench. He refused to sit on it on the pretense of finding it dusty and "lumpy-looking."
"Sir, are you sure you wouldn't rather just send a letter to the knight?" the Elezen pushes his long, white hair back as he addresses his master. "The prisoner isn't going anywhere after all."
"No, we will wait here until she returns." The Roe barks out resolutely. "The Flame officers of the prison were paid a well enough sum to provide us with at least a temporary service of loyalty...besides, I don't want my claim wasting away any longer in that dingy piece of shite they call a prison. The Flame's reputation for the care of their prisoners isn't glamorous by any means, I don't want them to spoil my prize."
The Elezen nods his head simply with a long, over-exaggerated sigh. He really does hope she shows up soon for his master really isn't one to be kept waiting.