Tacitus nodded thankfully. There would be no inquest into his actions from before. Having to justify yourself to someone who is not required to listen to you is perhaps a version of hell he was unwilling to imagine. At best he'd have undergone one of the most grueling audits imaginable at most execution for him and all involved. He was surprisingly unprepared for the eventual end of his reign, and the horrors that could bring. He was lucky enough to hand it off unscathed. He had personally steered the house from the constant squabbles it had lived in into a kind of respected political neutrality that would have pissed off the Master of the house tremendously.
Speaking of the late Umbra, “He wanted to, toward the end.” he looked down for a moment. “I think he knew his time was nearing the end, or perhaps he needed someone more nearby because he tried to convince us that we should legitimize someone else.” It was inane to even consider and clear sign of mental decline, but it came up for a more frequently toward the end. “We managed to convince him that with you outside of the wall and no suitable heirs likely to survive the siege it was an” He paused and emphasized his next word “untenable solution. He finally was convinced to just wait you out, and then when he couldn't wait anymore we waited for him.” He gestured to the corpse scrabbling against the bars.
The stagnant air within the chamber quietly eddied in semi transparent swirls of dust. Surely the wouldn't stay here too long. “So what comes next Milord.” Both of them stood in this room no bigger than a closet, trying to figure out what happens next in their life, but only one of them got to pick where they go next. “You will probably need some time to be briefed and develop a long term strategy, but the second you walked through the door a clock started ticking. We will have to announce your return shortly and your ascension shortly thereafter. You will have to be prepared.” Probably not what expected on his return, but the truth none the less
Speaking of the late Umbra, “He wanted to, toward the end.” he looked down for a moment. “I think he knew his time was nearing the end, or perhaps he needed someone more nearby because he tried to convince us that we should legitimize someone else.” It was inane to even consider and clear sign of mental decline, but it came up for a more frequently toward the end. “We managed to convince him that with you outside of the wall and no suitable heirs likely to survive the siege it was an” He paused and emphasized his next word “untenable solution. He finally was convinced to just wait you out, and then when he couldn't wait anymore we waited for him.” He gestured to the corpse scrabbling against the bars.
The stagnant air within the chamber quietly eddied in semi transparent swirls of dust. Surely the wouldn't stay here too long. “So what comes next Milord.” Both of them stood in this room no bigger than a closet, trying to figure out what happens next in their life, but only one of them got to pick where they go next. “You will probably need some time to be briefed and develop a long term strategy, but the second you walked through the door a clock started ticking. We will have to announce your return shortly and your ascension shortly thereafter. You will have to be prepared.” Probably not what expected on his return, but the truth none the less
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