[h3]Laurent de Liberté | House of Grangrel[/h3]

Laurent heard his name being shouted through the hallway. The annoying woman he was assigned to assist was once again unoccupied, while he was putting all his efforts on finding a way of helping his Master. Someone had a lot of difficulties in acknowledging the true talent, he thought, but since the Master enjoyed his nights at the brothel more than at the study, a prostitute becoming a Guardian was to be expected. These things used to happen at the Court too. Men can't resist a pair boobs. He shook his head in disapproval, but he turned around to answer her call. Not too quick and not too late, as he always did. 

Walking out of the room with pride, he held his head high, his steps secure and determined like the Lord he was supposed to be, in his previous life at least.[color=6ecff6] "What is it, Madam?" [/color]He asked politely, bowing so slightly that it was almost imperceptible. [color=6ecff6]"I was about to discuss an important matter with the lower ranks." [/color]