Right Hand Man || Vincent Dec 2, 2016 10:05:05 GMT -7
Post by Markus Woodrow on Dec 2, 2016 10:05:05 GMT -7
Mid-Evening on the 12th
The Scales of Judgement, 5152
Lord Markus Woodrow's Study
the Woodrow Estate in Eersaeb, Submiere
As much as Markus spent days of his time traveling, enjoyed the shift of a ship on the seas, and enjoyed even more making connections with those who could better his position -- he always missed home. The air was fresher in Submiere. He could smell it the moment they crossed into Sumish waters, the way that the magic of the water sprayed at the ship's windows, the way the light refracted to rainbows in his suite. The waters were easier for ships here, they cut through with ease, with speed.
The moment he felt the shift, he had gone up on deck - something he wouldn't do in the sour-smelling ports of Acheron. Those aboard the travelling vessel would point and whisper, wondering if that could truly be the Lord Markus Woodrow - and of course it was. He would greet them with a smile, would offer charismatic words, and they would be giddy with the idea that even a labourer could be granted such a meeting with the Lord of Eersaeb. When he had managed to greet all who wished his attentions, he made his way to the front of the ship, where the fresh wind whipped through his long hair and filled his nostrils with its sweetness. He couldn't yet see Eersaeb, but he knew the exact distance from this point - he had sailed it many times over.
When the ship had made port, Lord Woodrow was the first to be granted exit. He was escorted to an impressive chariot, and he would wave obligingly at those excited peasants. He had some spending coin left in his pockets from the trip - coin that meant nothing to him, as most of his purchases were on paper - and showered it through the windows onto the early evening streets. A small thank you to his people for awaiting his return so loyally. He requested that the carriage driver detour through Tehodis' patrol route, knowing she would still be on shift, and used it as a moment to remind himself of her. Remind himself that, while her employ had been a political scheme, he had grown so fond of her. So fond in fact, that he did not wish to wait until the next morning to speak with her again. The carriage driver had been given a sealed letter to offer her as they passed through. She would know he was in the carriage, but the curtains would make it impossible for her to smile at him. He wanted their greeting to be face to face, not through a carriage window.
Finally, his estate was in sight.
His hired servants would gather his things and ensure they found their homes. He would find his own. His study. The room smelled of applewood and sea salt, and always felt more like home than any other room of his estate. The desk was an antique, crafted by the finest elvish craftsmen of Niseca - a gift to his great, great grandfather. All of the items on it held some kind of value to his family tree, and some held value only to him. He took to his chair, reveling in the comfort it offered, leaning back and running his fingers through his hair as he relaxed for the first time this month. He casually watched the massive aquarium, enjoying the glimmer of the Glitz that wandered so happily through the well-conditioned water. Their glow reflected on the walls, and he might have fallen asleep at his desk if it weren't for a knock on the door.
His eyes shifted to the hand-crafted clock on his desk. When had it become so late? It was too early for Tehodis... But it was right on time for someone more important.
"Come in, Vincent," He allowed, standing to pour himself a drink from the bar he had hidden within a globe, "I don't suppose I can pour you one, my friend."