"A Dramatic Force-Blessed Myth"
Vulpesen's office was a quiet place. Burnished in wood and accents of gold, it was usually kept fairly neat, with the sole exception for the large Teradin wood desk where the Valde sat. Its wide surface was strewn with paper and datapads, each document a record of the Veran ruler's activities. As a system, it was intelligible only to Vulpesen who found purpose in each scattered piece. Even the use of archaic writing tools was meant to aid his personal endeavors as he leafed through the scribble covered sheets. At his right side, in a spot so permanent, it had practically been worn into the desk was a glass of amber whiskey with four cubes of ice clinking quietly as it was lifted up ever few minutes. On the left, there rested a small blue wolf on a small pillow. Ace was rarely far from Vulpesen's side, and as the Valde had no business that required a great deal of movement, Ace was enjoying some time out of the stuffy pocket that he often made into his abode.
Vulpesen's ears flicked to the door as it creaked open, even as his face stared down at what seemed like the hundredth law to pass over his desk in the last hour. The words were seeming to blur together and he couldn't be more grateful to finally have a break from the monotony of administerial paperwork. He scribbled in the last flourish on a signature and looked up to watch as
Diarch Reign
was ushered into the room. To this point, his fellow head of state would have enjoyed a landing permit to the Valde's personal port and an escort from the esteemed Trident company into his estate, and now, his personal office.
Vulpesen did feel a small pang of regret as he had been unable to personal greet the Diarch on his arrival, but the galaxy was changing once again, and with that, it fell to the Valde to keep Veradune safe and secure. Time was once again at a premium. "Welcome! Welcome! Good to see your again, sir. I hope your travels went easy enough." He rose from his seat and extended a clawed hand and a fanged grin. Their last meeting had been an odd mix of friendly and adversarial. An amicable duel where the pair had tested their strength against each other. Perhaps it wasn't the most orthodox of introductions, but it did do wonders to give Vulpesen the measure of the man he now welcomed into his personal sanctum.
Vulpesen's ears flicked to the door as it creaked open, even as his face stared down at what seemed like the hundredth law to pass over his desk in the last hour. The words were seeming to blur together and he couldn't be more grateful to finally have a break from the monotony of administerial paperwork. He scribbled in the last flourish on a signature and looked up to watch as
Diarch Reign
was ushered into the room. To this point, his fellow head of state would have enjoyed a landing permit to the Valde's personal port and an escort from the esteemed Trident company into his estate, and now, his personal office. Vulpesen did feel a small pang of regret as he had been unable to personal greet the Diarch on his arrival, but the galaxy was changing once again, and with that, it fell to the Valde to keep Veradune safe and secure. Time was once again at a premium. "Welcome! Welcome! Good to see your again, sir. I hope your travels went easy enough." He rose from his seat and extended a clawed hand and a fanged grin. Their last meeting had been an odd mix of friendly and adversarial. An amicable duel where the pair had tested their strength against each other. Perhaps it wasn't the most orthodox of introductions, but it did do wonders to give Vulpesen the measure of the man he now welcomed into his personal sanctum.