The golden flames grew within the confines of the small place that which it residing in, as if an imprisoned beauty with no hopes to escape, much like the children tales of old...The man who sat in front of the fireplace was dressed finely on an equally elegant seat that boasted comfortable crimson fabrics. He had his legs crossed, wearing black trousers that in contrast seemed very commonplace next to his cardinal doublet and the clean snow fabric that which he was wearing underneath. His byzantine noble eyes, despite his stature, stared intensely into the flames, perhaps living out the years in which he had traveled far and wide, dreams and memories of intensity and worth of reminiscing. The handsome man gently wrapped his fingers around the base of the chalice and proceeded to bring it closer to his mouth, taking a sip from the lusciously colored crimson beverage that he held with care and certain affection. One could not deny that he was one to desire alcohol, a taste gained as when times are hard, the taste and feeling of alcohol often seemed to better the heart.
“Ah...This is indeed fine wine...” A small sigh of satisfaction emerged from his lips, resting the wine on the finely crafted table of strong oak. Spending no longer than a second, he arose from his seat, and turned his handsome visage towards the door, across the room. The distance was quite large, as he was in the biggest and most lavish room of the structure, which in itself boasted numerous rooms, along with the security of the underground...After all, a bank must keep its gold in places that one will never hope to get to, at least not with the Cardinals and the...Blades in the Shadows, ensuring the fruition of the establishment. He glided across the room, or seemingly glided as his swift and graceful swiftness are only hindered by his humanoid look in any terms of normalcy. With such act, he finally exited the lavish room, exposing himself to the tall and decorated halls of the Lordly quarters of the Bal...Here was the rooms of his father and other family, yet he had the grandest, a gift that had ensured him to be the one to rule the bank, as the head of the house, as nobility or the lack thereof, permitted them to run their business as they wished.
Taking several turns and minutes of travel, simply demonstrating the humongous manner of the size of the bank in itself...He finally emerged at the front room or main room, the dome roofed definition of elegance. This was built upon three generations of gold handling, where his grandfather first headed it, now it was up to him...He leaned on the railings, of height above the front desk, as the small bars that separated the stations from the floor ensured security, with several Cardinal guarding the place.
His gaze was transfixed on the fluctuating number of people entering, depositing or withdrawing gold, of noble or mercantile stature, both rich and middle classed...He had their money and influence on his fingertips, all he really needed to do was press...Not even one of the Noble Houses would dare attack the bank. As where one House may remove their support, there were six more that are all too willing to take any sort of appeasing gaze from the Bank. The bank was built on gold, and gold was taken from humans, and only greed permitted this...Human greed on both ends had built this mass of influence, and human greed and human aggression will continue to fund it...He would remain there, surveying the establishment of his own ownership, his Byzantine noble eyes seemingly reading everything and anything that it may come across with...
“Ah...This is indeed fine wine...” A small sigh of satisfaction emerged from his lips, resting the wine on the finely crafted table of strong oak. Spending no longer than a second, he arose from his seat, and turned his handsome visage towards the door, across the room. The distance was quite large, as he was in the biggest and most lavish room of the structure, which in itself boasted numerous rooms, along with the security of the underground...After all, a bank must keep its gold in places that one will never hope to get to, at least not with the Cardinals and the...Blades in the Shadows, ensuring the fruition of the establishment. He glided across the room, or seemingly glided as his swift and graceful swiftness are only hindered by his humanoid look in any terms of normalcy. With such act, he finally exited the lavish room, exposing himself to the tall and decorated halls of the Lordly quarters of the Bal...Here was the rooms of his father and other family, yet he had the grandest, a gift that had ensured him to be the one to rule the bank, as the head of the house, as nobility or the lack thereof, permitted them to run their business as they wished.
Taking several turns and minutes of travel, simply demonstrating the humongous manner of the size of the bank in itself...He finally emerged at the front room or main room, the dome roofed definition of elegance. This was built upon three generations of gold handling, where his grandfather first headed it, now it was up to him...He leaned on the railings, of height above the front desk, as the small bars that separated the stations from the floor ensured security, with several Cardinal guarding the place.
His gaze was transfixed on the fluctuating number of people entering, depositing or withdrawing gold, of noble or mercantile stature, both rich and middle classed...He had their money and influence on his fingertips, all he really needed to do was press...Not even one of the Noble Houses would dare attack the bank. As where one House may remove their support, there were six more that are all too willing to take any sort of appeasing gaze from the Bank. The bank was built on gold, and gold was taken from humans, and only greed permitted this...Human greed on both ends had built this mass of influence, and human greed and human aggression will continue to fund it...He would remain there, surveying the establishment of his own ownership, his Byzantine noble eyes seemingly reading everything and anything that it may come across with...