The office has that veneer of new familiarity that is also old thanks to that pocket of recollections the Emperor released back to him, all for a terrible promise. No deal with Raphael. No Orphic Hammer.
It was shocking that Lae'zel understood. Wasn't happy (was she ever) but accepting that if the Prince of the Comet were to be freed, they would have to find another way, and even with time short, she was not about to give up looking. She could not foresake the path of lies that Vlaakith had paved for her to keep the truth hidden and allow the Dark Urge to be placed in a similar position by a Mindflayer.
The place is really only an "office" in how it has been repurposed. Some once grander chamber, lit by the gleam of tall candelabra and torches, for events and pronouncements in its early days. It has probably seen use in a number of ways in the centuries since, now a large space with a small portion of it carved out for one man to live and work, with clearly more with utility in mind than luxury.
Strange, for Archduke of the city-state. But less so if you knew him.
Perhaps he would have been making plans for something more grand, when plans finally came to fruition.
The room is empty of people save for them, and in the far corner, next to a massive stuffed bear, sits a smaller desk with a high-backed chair angled toward it. The shape of legs and the peek of an arm as the man sitting in it takes notes. Perhaps the glitter of jewelry around the hand.
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It was shocking that Lae'zel understood. Wasn't happy (was she ever) but accepting that if the Prince of the Comet were to be freed, they would have to find another way, and even with time short, she was not about to give up looking. She could not foresake the path of lies that Vlaakith had paved for her to keep the truth hidden and allow the Dark Urge to be placed in a similar position by a Mindflayer.
The place is really only an "office" in how it has been repurposed. Some once grander chamber, lit by the gleam of tall candelabra and torches, for events and pronouncements in its early days. It has probably seen use in a number of ways in the centuries since, now a large space with a small portion of it carved out for one man to live and work, with clearly more with utility in mind than luxury.
Strange, for Archduke of the city-state. But less so if you knew him.
Perhaps he would have been making plans for something more grand, when plans finally came to fruition.
The room is empty of people save for them, and in the far corner, next to a massive stuffed bear, sits a smaller desk with a high-backed chair angled toward it. The shape of legs and the peek of an arm as the man sitting in it takes notes. Perhaps the glitter of jewelry around the hand.