Post by Roland on Feb 11, 2015 3:21:01 GMT
"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?" Roars a voice as a pallid fuming mage storms through the castle, eyes glowing like violet candles as he slams open the door to Mysteria's office. "That noblewoman who we caught for conspiring with smugglers has been set free!" He growls, there was no way Mysteria did not know about this, and aside from the king there were very few others who could actually free the woman without some kind of paperwork that he would have quashed or "lost" for some time while the woman stewed.
"I swear, what is with this place?! A commoner breaks the law and I lock them up for five years while a noble gets out in two days?" He shouts, though at this point he was venting. Mysteria had seen him do this before. The royal guard was very dedicated to his duty, but he was not the happiest person in the world with the system that was in place right now.
"Mysteria, isn't there something we can do about this blatant misuse of influence and authority?" He asks her, having begun to calm down and now seeking honest advise from the woman who was functionally his boss.
Roland was wearing his long black leather coat that was cut into strips at the bottom. Thin metal lining had now been sewn into the strips. His belt was crooked, his hair was messed and he was missing his had which suggested he had been sleeping after a night on the job when he'd heard the news and had dropped everything to lodge a complaint.
"I request permission to reinstate the charges, and further more to investigate whoever got her out," He insists, now trying to think of a solution to something he saw as a very serious problem.
"I swear, what is with this place?! A commoner breaks the law and I lock them up for five years while a noble gets out in two days?" He shouts, though at this point he was venting. Mysteria had seen him do this before. The royal guard was very dedicated to his duty, but he was not the happiest person in the world with the system that was in place right now.
"Mysteria, isn't there something we can do about this blatant misuse of influence and authority?" He asks her, having begun to calm down and now seeking honest advise from the woman who was functionally his boss.
Roland was wearing his long black leather coat that was cut into strips at the bottom. Thin metal lining had now been sewn into the strips. His belt was crooked, his hair was messed and he was missing his had which suggested he had been sleeping after a night on the job when he'd heard the news and had dropped everything to lodge a complaint.
"I request permission to reinstate the charges, and further more to investigate whoever got her out," He insists, now trying to think of a solution to something he saw as a very serious problem.
