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Region: The Hole To Hide In

Concordaia wrote:

RP: Yeah sure thing buster

The formalities were things that used to never bore Oliver. Tradition and propriety was something he strove to live up to, concepts that he had always idolized even before the weight of the throne was thrust upon him. Even during the most tiresome ceremonies, Oliver had either found enjoyment or resolved them to be necessary. But now, a great weariness had beset him. War and conflict had made the years weigh heavy, and now he had no regard for formalities. Time was finite, and he would rather torture himself over reading casualty reports a mile long and battle plans he could hardly understand. His irritation and minor annoyance was kept hidden beneath a fake smile of his own.

"Of course High Chancellor, the travel has made me weary and comfort is a luxury in small supply back home."

The High Chancellor led his guests indoors, escorted by the Revolutionary Guard and Fenric. The rest of the welcoming party was left behind. The doors to a large hall were opened, and Aralim entered. In the center of the room stood a large table, where the High Council of Redpeppers was seated. They rose as the High King entered the room, and introduced themselves: Ailas Zinleth, Councillor of Financial Affairs; Aerilaya Mortoris Councillor of Intelligence; Rina Adrel, Culture; and Silvyr Virphine, Councillor of the Armed Forces.

"Please, your highness, take a seat," Aralim said, with the introductions concluded. "Now, I suggest we go to business straight away, unless you would like to rest first?"

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