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"Remember this, an empire is not built in a day. Nor can it exist without a proper lower foundation." The fellow nobleman said, giving Craggard a passing glance before turning to his servant. Craggard's small eyes narrowed as he smiled wryly at the nobleman.
" Of course," Craggard said dumbly in reply to the man. He watched the servant- Issorat, her master had called her, thumb through a thick leather tome with a strange intensity. He couldn't decide if he was annoyed by the servant or impressed with her. After all, he had managed to push and shove his way through the ranks with the same diligence, although it had certainly been done in a more charismatic, loud manner. Craggard had found that silence was his enemy- the only way to be noticed by your higher ups was to demand they notice you.
" S'been a pleasure. You seem to be a like-minded fellow, us both being civilized, educated men. We should continue this chat," he remarked quickly, before the man could dart away to discuss matters with others in the party. With any luck, Craggard would see the nobleman and his servant again- perhaps they could be of use to him in some way or another.
Left without someone to harass, Craggard exhaled sharply as he tapped his foot against the ground. He was an impatient man, and the longer he thought about the castle, the more excited he felt. He had no doubt the castle's interior put his alabaster mansion by the quarry to shame- just to walk on the elegant floors of the castle would be a great honor. And of course, the residents themselves were the stuff of legend. For a family so reclusive, they were quite famous. Craggard had heard much about Lord Grimm and his smoking ho- that is, very lovely pair of daughters, but he had never seen them in person. And only in his wildest dreams would he ever talk to them. If the fates were kind to him and his Onxyites, however, he just might.
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" Of course," Craggard said dumbly in reply to the man. He watched the servant- Issorat, her master had called her, thumb through a thick leather tome with a strange intensity. He couldn't decide if he was annoyed by the servant or impressed with her. After all, he had managed to push and shove his way through the ranks with the same diligence, although it had certainly been done in a more charismatic, loud manner. Craggard had found that silence was his enemy- the only way to be noticed by your higher ups was to demand they notice you.
" S'been a pleasure. You seem to be a like-minded fellow, us both being civilized, educated men. We should continue this chat," he remarked quickly, before the man could dart away to discuss matters with others in the party. With any luck, Craggard would see the nobleman and his servant again- perhaps they could be of use to him in some way or another.
Left without someone to harass, Craggard exhaled sharply as he tapped his foot against the ground. He was an impatient man, and the longer he thought about the castle, the more excited he felt. He had no doubt the castle's interior put his alabaster mansion by the quarry to shame- just to walk on the elegant floors of the castle would be a great honor. And of course, the residents themselves were the stuff of legend. For a family so reclusive, they were quite famous. Craggard had heard much about Lord Grimm and his smoking ho- that is, very lovely pair of daughters, but he had never seen them in person. And only in his wildest dreams would he ever talk to them. If the fates were kind to him and his Onxyites, however, he just might.
@Iceheart @Blight Bug @Vashonn [@AnaSilanSunja]
