Board Thread:Warhammer 40k Roleplay/@comment-25177957-20140826063851/@comment-33731050-20140827223033

OOC: I'm back again! Sorry, I'v had a really bad week and haven't been able to find time to do this. But here I am.

IC: "Maxus, Maxus Maxus. Really? Money, smallfolk and ships; it's really all you ever talk about."

Lizbeth sighed, knowing her day was ruined. Turning to the servant her, she produced a small polished-silver coin from her silken-lilac sleeves, turning it over and again in her hands.

"Those sniveling merchants. Honestly. They would do anything for praise and credit... make a reminder for me to... speak to them later in the week. I have quite a bit to say, yes?"

She stopped for a breath as Mazus began to scratch out the reminder on his pad, and continuing again a hair before he finished; a habit she greatly enjoyed - watching the servant struggling to keep pace.

"On the topic of the capitol... send them support. I can't have my citizens starving. If their all gone, who is left for me to rule?" She smiled, only half joking, "But honestly, support."

Once again she continued down the corridor, halting again as quick as she has started, her guards having as much difficulty keeping track as Maxus.

"Master?" She snapped, "I'm not sure I understand." She turned to Maxus, her eyes aflame, "If you are referring to that cretin Domynyck then we have a problem. That man", saying 'man' as if barely thinking it appropriate, "is nothing but a small mind with over grand ideals and I will have nothing to do with him; call out the guards!"