Richter coughed, the dust was everywhere and cleaning it was not an easy task at all. He didn't had his armor or weapons, they were besides his bed, as they always were in a matter of fact. The sheet, the cover, he pillow, he managed to clean them decently, not perfectly, far from perfectly, that will require visit to the closest river and some soap for sure. For now this will do, he slept in far worse conditions, mud, sand, dry rock, so this was just fine for him. After he was done with his bed he started cleaning his desk and chair. It was simple, wave the dust of them on the floor and clean the floor after with a broomstick, which he did eventually.
He set on his chair and looked outside the window, once the cleaning was done after hour or maybe two. He looked at the lake in the far distance, and the massive, huge, gigantic tree, "Is that old dragon still living there?" he though to him self, a sound of hunger from his stomach interrupted his thoughts, oh he was hungry alright. He thought for a moment, "Is it time finally to pronounce my presence? Or should I keep my self secret a little bit more. Arilu, I am sure, has her hands full of work, organizing defense, rallying the armies, all the stuff a leader, a queen in a matter of fact should do for her kingdom", he though, "And what am I doing? Thinking of food."
He scratched his head and looked again outside the window, the sun was setting, time for dinner he though. As he stood up from the chair he only took his strait longsword, leaving the curved one besides his armor, he didn't needed the rest, who would dare to attack the castle, maybe the most fortified place on this world, and if they do, all those guards, he'll only need one weapon to help them, he thought, "Thinking way too high of your self Ricky, one day it will be your undoing", he smacked his own head and headed down towards the kitchen.
He set on his chair and looked outside the window, once the cleaning was done after hour or maybe two. He looked at the lake in the far distance, and the massive, huge, gigantic tree, "Is that old dragon still living there?" he though to him self, a sound of hunger from his stomach interrupted his thoughts, oh he was hungry alright. He thought for a moment, "Is it time finally to pronounce my presence? Or should I keep my self secret a little bit more. Arilu, I am sure, has her hands full of work, organizing defense, rallying the armies, all the stuff a leader, a queen in a matter of fact should do for her kingdom", he though, "And what am I doing? Thinking of food."
He scratched his head and looked again outside the window, the sun was setting, time for dinner he though. As he stood up from the chair he only took his strait longsword, leaving the curved one besides his armor, he didn't needed the rest, who would dare to attack the castle, maybe the most fortified place on this world, and if they do, all those guards, he'll only need one weapon to help them, he thought, "Thinking way too high of your self Ricky, one day it will be your undoing", he smacked his own head and headed down towards the kitchen.
