Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-7262318-20170128013220

"Your truths fall upon deaf ears around here..." Dalacon muttered, overhearing the conversation between Eldamir and Markhos.

"Legate Lion-Eye, the General has been expecting you," The Guard said, stepping aside.

"I know."

"Veludus demands to see the Mercenaries as well..." The guard informed them as he stepped aside.

"I had every intention," The nord said, before opening the doors. He was greeted by the sound of Veludus's gravelly voice echoing off the walls of the chamber as he grilled the General.

"Mr. Ancel, this is not up for debate!" Veludus Macenus hissed, and his fellow council members nodded to that. "The fight with the Jorane Rebellion is too great, far too massive, to be put on the shoulders of some mercenaries! My Empire will not have it's fate decided by Mercenary dogs!"

"My Empire, he says..." Tullius grumbled.

Veludus's glare turned towards the group entering. "Oh... Legate... the general has been informing me of your rather insubordinate exploits. Very unexpected of a man such as yourself..."

"My humblest apologies, but-"

"Silence!" Veludus snapped, rising from his chair. "Don't throw your half-assed apologies at me!"

He glared at all the members of this group. "Well... who are all of you, hm? Please, introduce yourselves."