The Voyager Keep, the home base of the Argonauts, a place that houses those praised as the true heroes of Mastorn, even more so than the honorable knights themselves. In this place inhabiting individuals of both absurd power and personalities--the man responsible for running this untameable lot has called in two individuals.
"Sir Bulsteighn, I believe my tea is running cold."
Clearly uncomfortable in the stiff chair formed of wood, the ever-smiling Rouge shifted about in his seat as he kept his hands on his lap.
The office of the large commander matched his somber choice in apparel--dark, lifeless wood without a hint of decoration, besides his many honors from his time in service, made up the room. Draped over his shoulders was a fluffy, thick cape of obsidian wool that resembled the coat of a crow.
"--"
