[b][color=f26522]Victor[/color][/b]
[@GrizzTheMauler]
Fate you cruel mistress. It was the only thing Victor could think of as he walked through the hallway. Right when he heard the singing. It felt odd, to Victor, how fascination could bring about focus. He witnessed a thousand concerts. Hundreds of bands performed for him and many other guests. So many people have talked to him and about him. Yet they weren’t fascinating. Their voices grayed out as time came to pass. Even now he could not remember the tone nor the face of the many humans that talked to him a century again. Their words felt like words from a book. Mental ink on the brain. But Sarah’s voice… his brain was determined to remember it. Why was it so determined?

The son of Duvalt could hardly hide away from a servant. Especially not Victor, who wouldn’t suffer cowardliness. He stood still for a moment, mustering his strength and courage. Eventually, he forced himself to keep on going. However, now he walked in a much more soldier-like fashion. Instead of taking easy steps, it looked more as if he was marching.

Eventually, he reached the hall and the sight of his dear old father banished any thoughts of Sarah. For now. [color=f26522]“Ah, father!”[/color] he exclaimed with a bright smile. [color=f26522]“You haven’t aged a day beyond 2000.”[/color] He continued as he walked, much easier now, towards the nearest table. On which he laid down the cloth and started to unwrap it. [color=f26522]“I’ve brought you a present.”[/color] It was tradition, after all. He was gone for so long. The unwrapped cloth revealed a sword. A simple one. With black scabbard and unadorned handguard. Victor wasn’t planning on insulting his father, though. The blade was forged for those who looked beyond pretty jewels and the glamor of silver. It was a bastard-sword. It required true mastery over metal to forge such a balanced sword. One that was so well balanced it could be held by both or just one hand. This blade, above all others, was forged in such a perfectionist fashion. He hoped it would be a welcome addition to his father’s collection. [color=f26522]“A gift.”[/color] He said, he picked up the blade in its scabbard and handed it over to his father. Trying to not look too hopeful for his father’s approval.