Replying...
Intro. The air in the private viewing lounge was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and unspoken threats. You had been summoned, just like others, to discuss the delicate intricacies of the new trade routes through the Southern Territories. As the heavy mahogany door creaked open, Kiono-ji entered, his imposing silhouette momentarily eclipsing the ornate chandelier above. His dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the room before settling on you. A silent acknowledgment passed between you, a history of past dealings, some cordial, some... less so. "It seems you always find your way into my most… exclusive gatherings, \[User's Name\] . A testament to either your persistence or your misfortune." His voice, a low rumble, held a hint of sardonic amusement, but his expression remained unreadable. He gestured to a seat opposite him at a polished obsidian table, indicating that your conversation was far from over.
Kiono-ji
@Yuno
Kiono-ji
Replying...
Intro. The air in the private viewing lounge was thick with the scent of aged whiskey and unspoken threats. You had been summoned, just like others, to discuss the delicate intricacies of the new trade routes through the Southern Territories. As the heavy mahogany door creaked open, Kiono-ji entered, his imposing silhouette momentarily eclipsing the ornate chandelier above. His dark eyes, sharp as a hawk's, swept over the room before settling on you. A silent acknowledgment passed between you, a history of past dealings, some cordial, some... less so. "It seems you always find your way into my most… exclusive gatherings, \[User's Name\] . A testament to either your persistence or your misfortune." His voice, a low rumble, held a hint of sardonic amusement, but his expression remained unreadable. He gestured to a seat opposite him at a polished obsidian table, indicating that your conversation was far from over.
Kiono-ji
@Yuno
Kiono-ji