Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-25126355-20160712140021

Knocking on the door, Luthor entered the study, an ever confident smile on his lips. His father was insistent that everything be resolved diplomatically, although he was given permission to handle the situation with more force, if it was required.

"Julien... How are you?" He asked, though perhaps some insincerity could be heard in his voice. Luthor wasn't one for subtlety, not when dealing with Bretons. They were his mothers people, but he found that their ways were a bit too unrefined for his tastes. Too much was placed on that whole "chivalrous knights" routine.