~Those who do not remember the past are condemned to repeat it~
-George Santayana
Andronika lifted her gaze from the map spread out on her table which she had been intensely examining before her doors had been opened.
"Uks armastav, the morning meets you well?" Andronika muttered in greeting before returning her attention back to the map on her table, her gaze focused particularly on the small dark patch that represented the Argonnite forest of the southern borders.
"Thanks to armuke's grace, It does indeed." Annia replied fondly, Andronika chuckled quietly at Annia's patronizing words.
"Taking lessons from Falco and Bjorn I see." Andronika teased. Annia smiled in response.
