Thus Saith the Lord
Lucien was getting older, he knew it would happen sooner or later. He was no longer youthful as he once was. He was by no means old but he was not young either. It was these thoughts that ran rampant in the courtyard of his mind palace. He was sat alone by the fire in his study, reminiscing on the past. He came to remember one Kära Vi'dreya. She was ten years old when they had last met ... or at least he thought she was, he was ashamed that he couldn't remember. She was apprenticed to the wrong man and he had tortured her for information on it. He had come to have mixed feelings on the matter on one hand it had been savage and depraved but on the other hand it had marked the beginning of his accent.
He wondered what had become of the silent broken girl he had watched whisked away into the cold night on Elom all those years ago. She would be a woman grown now ... He needed to speak to her. Pushing 'himself up from his chair and limped to his desk. Then he began writing an order to his network of ... investigators. He ordered that they find Lady Vi'Dreya and convey unto her a message requesting a meeting. It was 2:05 and he contemplated waiting till morning but the brandy would have worn off by then, so he awoke his staff and dispatched them to bear is message to the correct people.
@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]
He wondered what had become of the silent broken girl he had watched whisked away into the cold night on Elom all those years ago. She would be a woman grown now ... He needed to speak to her. Pushing 'himself up from his chair and limped to his desk. Then he began writing an order to his network of ... investigators. He ordered that they find Lady Vi'Dreya and convey unto her a message requesting a meeting. It was 2:05 and he contemplated waiting till morning but the brandy would have worn off by then, so he awoke his staff and dispatched them to bear is message to the correct people.
@[member="Kära Vi'dreya"]