(Untitled)

[theconteduke]

A nobleman strides into the Nexus, looking at his surroundings with surprise and interest. Shielding his eyes from the glare of the sign, he reads it several times and then turns to the crowds.

"What would inspire you to treachery?"

He's idly playing with a large gem around his neck. It catches the light very nicely.

Comments

[theconteduke]

"The betrayal of trust, especially against those close to you or someone in power."

He raises an amused eyebrow at the compliment. "The correct form of address is 'your grace' or 'my lord', but I suppose 'handsome' is not entirely unobjectionable."

[theconteduke]

Roger nods. "I see."

He sighs slightly. "Indeed? Then I shall refrain from demanding it."

[theconteduke]

"A few things. Depending, of course, on the person."