-+-A viewing with the Lord-+-

[Raven Darkfire]

Her claws tapped against the stone stairs beneath her as she nervously walked to the throne room. She was never infront of a Lord before..let alone anyone truely important,accept for Laughingstone. Gulping, she fixed up her hair and made sure she looked presentable. Though Raven was a real beauty she had the spirit of a warrior. Slowly approaching the large doors to the Throne Room she looked at a soldier stationed to guard the room." Laughingstone sent me.."

[Zach uth Brightblade]

The outermost chamber of the throneroom is decorated with only two tapestries, neither of which is as glorious as one would expect a lord of a Castle to own, let be a king. One depicts a lone creature, a mouse, standing on a mountaintop, a look of pride and victory upon his face. The second shows an older wolf in a massive library of books, trying to choose which of them to read.

This is seen everyday by the four guards in the room. The one the fox decided to speak with gives her a cool look. Beasts with Laughingstone's permission were common... but he never gave it without good reason. "Come with me." The guard enters into the next chamber, which is larger. It has a painted ceiling, and several chairs. A room of waiting. Three guards stand by the archway to the next chamber. The guard leading the fox motions for her to sit as he speaks to one of the other three. He nods, and leaves. Of the three remaining, one enters the next chamber, after saying; "Wait here, miss."

[Raven Darkfire]

Raven nodded and twiddled her thumbs. Oh how she hated waiting. Her crimson eyes bolted around, scanning the room nervously.Watching the guards go off she slowly sank down into a chair. Her fluffy black tail twitched around nervously as she watched, with narrow eyes.

[Zach uth Brightblade]

The guard returns from the inner-most chamber. "Come with me." Without looking to if he's being followed, a perfect display of the royal arrogence one would expect from a throne-room guard, he begins walking into the inner chamber.

The innermost chamber is decorated with a few weapons, and a throne backed by a tapestry depicting a storm. The throne itself is made of wood, dark toned, and polished to perfection. sitting on the throne, is the caslte's Lord. A pure white wolf, wearing a dark red sirac, and brown breecs. A cloak is over his shoulders, though open at the front.

The ancient leader of the Paioto looks at the young fox being lead in, and smiles gently. "Welcome to my castle, miss. What is it you wish to speak of?"