"What is this?" Rozalin looked around, her surroundings differing greatly from what they were mere seconds ago. Rozalin sighed, she had obviously been summoned by some fool seeking her father, again
Rozalin spoke out loudly to whoever had brought her here, "Honestly now, I have begun to tire of the growing repetition in all of these shoddy summoning rituals, If you are so brave as to seek his audience you should be kind enough to hire a competent summoner.”
However, it seemed that no one was listening; In fact there wasn't a soul who looked even mildly heroic and dumb enough to test their strength against her father. Or was there, just a short distance through a crowd of peasants stood a party of two men and a monster. The masked man in the cloak was obviously some sort of skull or a mage, most likely the fool who had sought to summon her father. The monster looked much like one of Veldime's Flora Beasts and the man in the suit must be their warrior, he would not be the first fighter she had met who wore formal attire.
Rozalin cast the blond peoples aside and dealt with a rather rude man in a booth. One fist full of royal insignia and an hour long explanation of the honorifics, history and spellings of the Zenon bloodline later, Rozalin stood pointing toward the three men, -er two and a half men.
“You there! Are you the three who dare to challenge my father's rule?”
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Rozalin spoke out loudly to whoever had brought her here, "Honestly now, I have begun to tire of the growing repetition in all of these shoddy summoning rituals, If you are so brave as to seek his audience you should be kind enough to hire a competent summoner.”
However, it seemed that no one was listening; In fact there wasn't a soul who looked even mildly heroic and dumb enough to test their strength against her father.
Or was there, just a short distance through a crowd of peasants stood a party of two men and a monster. The masked man in the cloak was obviously some sort of skull or a mage, most likely the fool who had sought to summon her father. The monster looked much like one of Veldime's Flora Beasts and the man in the suit must be their warrior, he would not be the first fighter she had met who wore formal attire.
Rozalin cast the blond peoples aside and dealt with a rather rude man in a booth. One fist full of royal insignia and an hour long explanation of the honorifics, history and spellings of the Zenon bloodline later, Rozalin stood pointing toward the three men, -er two and a half men.
“You there! Are you the three who dare to challenge my father's rule?”