"Throw Rocks at the Crows and the Falcons Will Retaliate" - Astrogomenite Proverb
Manor of Lions, Outside of the Grand City of Lamazanii
Summer, 1005 AR
Aser Syanlins
Aser almost wished he could be out there, working alongside the serfs in the heat. The heat wasn't that bad even, it wasn't the heat where you wished you were in the sub-arctic regions of the world, no, it was the heat that you lied under a tree and doze off to. The kind that was blissful and pure, the kind that took you out of reality and put you into this sub-conscious reality. Aye, if Aser was a child again, he would definitely be out there, playing knights with Villem and venturing off into the back woods, exploring the "dangers" of the forest. Chuckling to himself, Aser turned and looked around the room.
His office was not too shabby compared to Picarry's before Aser had been forced to sell most of the luxurious items. A large, oak desk that was stacked with invoices, contract notifications, notifications from spies and military advisers on Camasesi and their allies movements on the seas and on land, messages asking for marriage proposals, messages in general, income and expenses reports and more. It was a heavy workload for Aser, but he enjoyed it, keeping up with the Syanlins' proud heritage of excellent stewardship. A tall and grand bookcase stood to Aser's right, stacked with volumes of fictional stories, myths, history, economics, politics and, of course, the 16-novel biography of House Syanlins. The rest of the room had candles (which were not lit), two other chairs, a couch made of luxurious and foreign fabrics from the east, a rugged rug that Aser had dragged up from his childhood room (he considered it to be good luck from its fantastic and colourful design) and finally, the door. The tall, hardwood door that had been polished and been there ever since the manor had been built. It was tall, magnificent and, well, definitely was older than Aser, his father and his grandfather before him.
Sitting down at his desk, Aser shifted through the multiple papers that awaited him. He felt knee deep in this pathetic paperwork. It had been a while since he had travelled to Lamazanii and he planned to do that. Looking up, Aser knew that there was always a guard standing outside of his office, waiting for the day to be called up. Today, was his lucky day, Aser supposed as he prepared himself.
"Yehalf, is it? Find Villem, we're going to Lamazanii today!" Aser shouted as the guard walked in and bowed.
"A reason, sire?" The guard asked as he shifted his pike so he could bow properly.
"No reason, it's just getting stuffy. You came come along too, for professional duties of course." Aser smiled at the man before nodding to him. "Make it quick too, I do not have all day to prepare for a small journey."