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[Rufus Oryan]

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Rufus walked through the halls of Lord British's castle. with his eyes narrowed, pondering on what would come of tonights meeting. His assistant walked closely behind him, "Is something the matter Mi'lord?" For a moment, Rufus said nothing, almost as ignoring the statement. To be so deep in thought was not strange for Rufus, but these matters were more than his own spirituality, or just philosophical thoughts all together. These matters decided the fate of the Highest Government in the land. The fates of many individuals and their relation to that government in Regional, military and diplomatic matters. To purge the Regency was heavy on his conscious. Still, a moment passed, and Rufus had not responded to the fellow's wording.

"Oh, I am quite alright, Roland. I just ponder on tonights events, tis all." A smirk crossed his lips as he made his way up the various stair cases.

Rufus and Roland reached the top floor of the Castle, they walked slowly to a pair of doors, leading to the Balcony, looking to the City of Britian. Rufus took in a deep breath, He raised his right hand, brushing the marking under his eye, and then slowly lowered his hand over his heart. His dark hand lay across his Black metal armor, a gold sash across his chest, symbolizing the Royalty and Honor in which the Regency stood for. A gentle wind Blew, allowing for his red cloak to flutter a bit. On this day, his style of dress was a representation of what he stood for. Nujel'm, the Regency, and the confusion that exists in all being when faced with the greatest decisions. It seemed as if unconsciously, Rufus was ready for some sort of Battle....and mayhaps he was.

Roland looked to Rufus and bowed his head a bit, "Mi'lord, I've visted Nujel'm recently, I've not bothered the Queen just yet as you've instructed. Though I have heard this cousin, Ra'ja you have told me about has declared an ill feeling towards the Royalty in Nujel'm. Perhaps I should look over the Isle closer? For I wish only the best for the island of my birth...The virtues shall be kind to its shores." Rufus, turned his head only a bit, looking from the corner of his eye to Roland's posture. "My cousin ponders on the status of the Sultan and Sultana in their relationship and regards to their people...he shant be a problem, and mayhaps even aid in some form. Tis rather hard to stretch ones feelings, emotions and thoughts across an entire realm. So much upon my plate. On this day though, I will begin a series of actions; and with that momentum, all things associated with Rufus Oryan shall rise above the expectations of those looking onward. Roland...you should be preparing." Rufus smiled a bit and turned to enter the bedchamber.

Roland quickened the pace of his walk to catch up with Rufus, "For what Milord?" Rufus smiled as he sat at a chair before him, gripping a collection of parchments, "I fear im unsure what unrest tonight may bring...." Rufus chuckled a bit, while Roland gave him a odd look. He calmly bowed and left Rufus to himself.

"I pray I am making the correct decision. This instituion has allowed those who wonder of its position but nay add to the change. Perhaps, I am correct in my manner of correction...May the divine be with me..."
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