Lord-Son-Son-Son-Silberfarben was absorbed in thought while he waited for a determined amount of time to pass while pondering the events of the day. Not in the wild recalling of events that he practised at night in order to have every one of his days recorded perfectly in his mind. That would come later, before the almost fever like dreams that filled his nights drove out every other thought of his mind. That recalling was free of feelings, prejudice and morality, and he used it to dissociate himself of all sins.
This was different. He did want to associate feelings to the occurrences of the day, for feelings was what he used for morality.
The question for him was not if something was right, but if it was what he would do. That was true for everyone, but they didn’t realize it.
Eventually, after an appropriate time span passed, he let tonight’s subject of pondering enter his impressive office. Lord knew he was himself not very imposing, with his wiry body and a strange contraption attached to his head he looked more a bug than the business man he intended to be in this place. He made up for this with his attitude and with his office. The only concession he had given himself was size. He would not like the colossal offices and sitting rooms others of his status all seemed to take pride in, for he would feel not only small, but alone. Everything else in the room was expensive and with a motif for metal and the color of silver. This all nearly did not have an effect on the swordsman that entered comfortably into the room. He moved with the bluffness of someone who did not realize yet that physical strength is not the same as power.
He intended to prove him wrong.
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