The Insignia of the Empire
Runic text at bottom: K.I.S (Ktaroch Imperial State)Skjalthriin, Ktaroch Capital"Ah, yes. That 40 hesvims you left to the keeper right down the corner just yesterday? Hmm, hmm... oh, right, right. Got caught along with the confiscations when his venue got shut down by constabularies, thanks to unspecified illegal stuff."
"Oh well, it's just mere forty."
"So rich, even a few dozen hesvims don't even matter to you?"
"Nah. Guess living as the Emperor's brother doesn't matter all too much now. Besides, on all these few centuries since he was on the throne, it's impressive he kept the money stuff stable and well. Then again, every single bit of finance, with the exception of money itself, don't make even a nano-sized bit of sense to me."
Silence followed again as they continued to drink their daily doses of refreshing, bubbling Skarr in their oddly-shaped wine bottles that look more like Erlenmeyer flasks, leaning on the glass walls of the building's observation deck. Occasionally a blue flash from the distance would reflect on Felaga's eyes and Styr's carapace, which were simply just cruise and migration ships about to dart through space on their way to the other popular spots of the Empire. Some would say there's no sense in moving away from the Empire's best spot, which is Fort Tyngardeum (in which it's reason for fame is already obvious in the name) but the reason is as always: overcrowding, rest, or simply getting tired of seeing the same thing over and over again.
Disrupted by a gust of wind that made a thumping and whistling noise on the rooftop, the two put their drinks down and continued their little conversation they had previously.
"So, anyways, it seems like Syno- *cough*
Emperor Synod seems to be a bit... getting close to retiring. Yeah, with all the shit he's been complaining lately about his job, plus the fact that he's been ruling for too long in an era of peace, it seems likely that he will retire. Such a thing, if it might happen, will be the first time in recorded history. Everything previously has been all assassinations by racists from both species."
"Wait, emperors
can retire?"
"Shush now, lower your voice. Others might hear us talking casually about Synod and get mad. Although lately he talked about getting tired of being treated too formally, too feared and too respected. He has no choice, however, thanks to his family and the Jarls being unduly worried about xenophobic assassins, anti-monarchics and stuff like that. I do think that even Emperors these days need rights. So revered, yet he feels like an Ermikuur in an isolation punishment..."
"I pity him."