KNEEL TO THE CROWN
08-08-2013, 07:58 PM
It was time he did something productive, something that would make him feel worthwhile, and perhaps keep him in his position as Ambassador. He knew he was at no risk of being demoted, simply because his son was the King, but he felt as if he ought to pull his weight around Seracia. He had moped long enough. Gerhardt twisted toward the battlefield, a melancholy bounce in his step. The last time he had come here he'd left a murderer, and he hoped to not leave with a second kill under his belt. The former King was seeking members, subjects for his son's reign. As he neared the battlefield he heard a string of lyrics muddled with an obscenity. A chuckle rolled from his lips, amused by the voice and the fact that the man was speaking to himself. Pivoting to bring himself into line with the man, he dipped his head as he came into view and let his own voice split the air. These rocks are a real pain, eh? It was then that he noted the man had completely fallen, not just tripped. Could you use a paw? Had he just come off a battle? It didn't seem so, as he wasn't bloody, but he did seem weakened by something - or someone. Tail danced between his hocks slowly in good nature as he craned his amethyst gaze down upon the man. speech speech speech |