[color=fff200][h3]Albert Morgan[/h3][/color]

[color=fff200]"I appreciate the sentiment,"[/color] came the even-keeled voice from the other end of the line, [color=fff200]"but I just got up here. Going back down in so ignoble a fashion would, in frank terms, be absolutely unacceptable even for a loyal manservant, much less myself."[/color]

The line was rudely clicked shut, but the words continued, this time much less distorted by frequency limitations that not even the gaudiest scroll could avoid. The door, for it's part, found itself once more ceremoniously opened, revealing a tall, strong man with a mostly-clean and kempt head of blonde hair, and eyes reminiscent of the sea they'd crossed to get here.

Resting his cane upon wall adjacent to the door, he slid the scroll in a specialized pocket before seating himself.

[color=fff200]"I [i]do[/i] look forward to seeing how the locomotive flies, though. Tarik will have absolutely outdone himself this time."[/color]