Royal Capital of Mensonge

[Baros Sal-Soren]

Baros' dark blue, buttonless suit coat was just a bit tight, and the tappering popped collar just a little high at its peak near the right side of his chin. Had he put on a little weight since the fitting? He preferred to think he had put on muscle, but it was unlikely to be true. He has spent a great deal of time inactive, pouring of books, manusripts and artifacts. His new hobby/obsession had taken its toll on more than just his physique, he also looked a little tired. He wasn't used to seeing this face that looked back at him in the reflection of the elevator door. The average citizen would likely not see any issues, and most would not consider his clothes to be tight, or his weight to be excessive by any stretch, but the exacting standards of his chosen industry made for a very narrow window of acceptability.

He let out a sigh. Business was good. Atara has been running the ship well for him. He could not help but be a little, no a lot proud. However, he almost begrudged having to step out of his home in order to deal with these sort of things. Did this mean his obsession had turned unhealthy? Possibly. But he liked to think that his research would one day serve the beings of this galaxy to a degree that his sacrifices would be worthwhile.

Get your head in the game, Baros.

Money. The politics of negotiation. He needed to be on his best form today. If not, he would be letting more than just himself down. His employees needed a better deal from Glitterstim, and in order to facilitate these new contracts he would need a more flexible banking arrangement. Lines of credit seemed to be a little harder to come by these days, and this option might just be the last one available.

Pffffshhht

The door slid open, and Baros stepped out into the calm panic of the administrative level. Everyone here seemed in a persistant state of near freak-out, but held it together due to pride in their work or perhaps fear of the repurcussions. This was the norm for staff that dealt with CEOs, money lenders and arrogant bosses. As he approached the desk, he cocked a half grin, "Baros Sal-Soren...Glitterstim...I'm the 1530 appointment."

[member="Primarch Iedolas"]

 

[King Iedolas Solidor]

“It's your majesty to you, sir.”, said the voice of his intendent at the his back, a fact that made Iedolas smile for a brief moment, as his violet eyes were set upon the man in front of him. Tall, strong, stern and curious, a man that remembered him of his brother, Regis, still in exile.

“Oh no, my good Byron”, Iedolas said, both hands being used in his seat so he could stand up. His intendant bowed to his grace as he did that, and Iedolas started to walk off his chair, going slowly across the table all the way to that man called Baros. “One must never correct a man not accustomed to our ways.”, now next to him, Iedolas still smiled to the man, dismissing Byron with a short swing with his left hand. “Mister Baros Sal-Soren, i presume.”, after he stopped walking the Primarch still smiled, as he took a measure of that man, from head to toes. “I have a excellent recommendation hololetter from some of your business associates.”

There were very few things that made Iedolas interested, art was one, he had a vast collection of paintings from all over the galaxy, sculptures, architecture as he was always looking to buildings and trying to imagine ways to make them even more desirable to the eyes. Even gardening had his interest when he was young, but fashion was no such thing. A useless thing in his opinion, pointless to the soul and nothing more then a power display.

“I heard you have designed outfits for many important nobles in the past.”, he lied about that, he had not heard a single thing other then his secretary talking about the brief resume that his services provided, and as Iedolas walked down to stay side by side with that man, he could not help himself from smiling. “I am in dire need of the services of a man such as yourself. We elzeri are a creative people. But much of our architecture and technology is nothing more then a strange copy that was absorbed by the many civilizations we met while roaming through out the stars. And fashion was no such thing.”

[member="Baros Sal-Soren"]