007; audio/action; open to Mozenrath

[protectmemaria]

[The Mist has got someone a little riled, as usual, and that man is Frollo. He's been pacing before his fire all day, hat cast aside on his desk in his irritation. Underneath is a transcript of a message he received from a certain Scar, whomever that could be, regarding a disciplinary matter involving one of his residents. He didn't particularly

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[oftheblacksand]

[Interesting... He had forgotten all about his punishment, so it made him raise an eyebrow when one of the most notoriously superstitious men summoned him, a sorcerer, to his office.

He arrived in his usual manner; In a blast of black flames. He paused as they cleared, then stood with his arms folded over his chest. Xerxes lazily floated around his shoulder, giving Frollo the evil-eye]

Yes? What now?

[protectmemaria]

[Frollo had been comfortably seated in his chair, but Mozenrath's sudden appearance had him pushed back from his desk in an instant, and the heavy chair hit the wall with a dull thunk. Frollo's hand flew to his chest where he clutched the crucifix beneath his robes, staring wide-eyed at Mozenrath.]

[oftheblacksand]

...

[he rolled his eyes at the old man's dramatics]

Doing well, thank you. Oh yes, I will have a seat.

[he flipped his cape back as he settled himself in the plush chair in front of Frollo's desk. He crossed one leg over the other, and lifted his head so he could stare at the other man above his nose]

How may I help you?

[believe me, he sounded so excited about it]

[protectmemaria]

You are Mozenrath? [It sounds like an accusation, but then most of Frollo's questions are accusations. His fear has simmered down to a boil and he glares across the desk at Mozenrath as though daring him to attempt any dark magic.] A practitioner of witchcraft on my own hall....