It was still winter upon Serenno, but the rains had come and much of the snow of the past few weeks had been washed away, to leave a cold crisp chill in the air. The heating was working harder than before as it looked to keep Castle Wessex at a reasonable temperature. Though Artorigas himself was not enjoying the warmth, his mind was running with desires and dreams, ones that could not be kept still within the confines of a chair and a desk. So he had made to walk the ramparts looking out upon the lands below, the lands which were now his. It still felt weird, his father had been gone two months nearly, but it was still hard not to expect to see him or his brother walk around every corner.
Artorigas checked his watch and looked out over the horizon, he has asked a businessman, an investor to visit him here. For like always Artorigas had work to do, he would not be safe, not be sound, not be calm until he had secured his ability to be truly free and that meant more of everything, power, prestige and wealth.
@Nor'baal