Warm blood flows through your passages, ever moving forward, ne'er deterred. [+Blood]
"One thing more," she goes on.
"Your manner suggests you are discontent with your station; but I assure you that the only position ambition will raise you to is a hangman's noose."
The Steward shakes her head slowly. Silence hangs in the room.
Malodoro stares at your scroll for a long time, tapping a single fingernail against her desk.
"Be that as it may…" she says, thinking out loud.
Onward