The following is me writing a little rp just to let the rest of the Realm know that I've seen and possibly read the flurry of letters that were send about a certain topic. Also a kind of a signal that they shouldn't expect Nemean to mingle into it either.
Tea and Letters
Seated at a fine table overlooking the gardens of the Citadel in Perdan city, Nemean carefully sips from a warm cup of herbal tea. Spiced and laced with a dollop of rich honey. Before him on the table, a slew of parchments. Many of which quite recent and all of them adorned with Noble seals. A curious little smile plays on his lips as he considers their contents. A duel, a fight, a beleaguered judge and fierce loyalties on naked display.
Using a hand he pushed them all aside. Preferring to gaze lazily out over the gardens. A twirl of steam navigates the angles of his face as he sips again. The noise of a contented voice rumbles through his nostrils as the drink finds its way down his throat.
