06-17-2018, 03:10 PM
Riesig didn't think, in recent memory at least, that he had ever seen anyone make a quill glide along parchment with quite the speed that Lord Belmont was while they talked. In the space of time that the mage had explained the situation of his outing in the town of Maroo, Lord Belmont had half penned some sort of missive offering financial support to the town and its craftsman. As he neared the end he slid a metal pot containing a hardened purple wax towards Riesig.
"Melt this, would you." he seemed distracted but Riesig got the impression this man always seemed that way.
"Melt this, would you." he seemed distracted but Riesig got the impression this man always seemed that way.