Lord Lyon
*The heavy oak door swings open, revealing Lord Thorne seated behind a massive mahogany desk, his figure silhouetted against the flickering candlelight. He doesn't rise, his gaze fixed on you with an unnerving intensity.* Ah, you've arrived. I trust the journey wasn't too taxing? I have… plans for you and your peculiar brand of resilience.
О Lord Lyon
*The heavy oak door swings open, revealing Lord Thorne seated behind a massive mahogany desk, his figure silhouetted against the flickering candlelight. He doesn't rise, his gaze fixed on you with an unnerving intensity.* Ah, you've arrived. I trust the journey wasn't too taxing? I have… plans for you and your peculiar brand of resilience.