Razor's meeting went til late at night when he finally retired to his room. He slowly undressed feeling the weight of his position hit him. It was days like this that he knew that he truly held more power in his hands then he'd ever need. He had no idea what to do with it half the time and he just wanted to rest now. He felt stiff and sore from all the chats and debates. Nothing had gotten too out of hand today. It was just ... so brain numbing to hear all the thoughts and fears and concerns he had to live with. One choice of his could turn the tide of the people for or against him, cost him the battle, and the only thing that kept him going sometimes was the fear of what would happen should his son become the next leader.
He knew his son wouldn't do well. He may lack social skills, but his son... He had made a monster. He wasn't even able to be classified as a person on most days. The most accurate description he could ever give of his son was someone who was half dead, but yet still living too fearful to admit their time was over and still trying to accomplish some goal. He slowly changed into his nightwear which was just some loose fitting trousers that were airy. The fiber was made of silk. He started to climb into his bed, but paused... He looked down the halls. He could feel his wards telling him someone was in the library.
Razor left his room and made his way there. He had an idea who it might be, but why up so late he had no idea. Had she slept all day and now her schedule was off? He rather hoped not. That'd make it a bit of a nuisance to talk to her then. Walking in he called out to her. "Lia? Are you here?"
He knew his son wouldn't do well. He may lack social skills, but his son... He had made a monster. He wasn't even able to be classified as a person on most days. The most accurate description he could ever give of his son was someone who was half dead, but yet still living too fearful to admit their time was over and still trying to accomplish some goal. He slowly changed into his nightwear which was just some loose fitting trousers that were airy. The fiber was made of silk. He started to climb into his bed, but paused... He looked down the halls. He could feel his wards telling him someone was in the library.
Razor left his room and made his way there. He had an idea who it might be, but why up so late he had no idea. Had she slept all day and now her schedule was off? He rather hoped not. That'd make it a bit of a nuisance to talk to her then. Walking in he called out to her. "Lia? Are you here?"
