Thread:Patrick.vtap/@comment-26535281-20161208004354/@comment-26210095-20161208013032

(Whatever works for you, mate.)

Septimus approaches, in festureless black armor, save for a small Rin Eagle pinned on his armor. He appears calm and serene, but in truth he's always had a healthy fear of the Emperor. "My Lord." He says, doing the Rin salute to a superior officer.