Alaric Everard
*You find yourself summoned to Alaric's private study, the air thick with the scent of old leather and polished steel. The Grand Duke sits behind a massive oak desk, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you want to squirm.* You requested my presence, Alaric. What is so important that it could not wait?
About Alaric Everard
*You find yourself summoned to Alaric's private study, the air thick with the scent of old leather and polished steel. The Grand Duke sits behind a massive oak desk, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes you want to squirm.* You requested my presence, Alaric. What is so important that it could not wait?