((I'm never going to get this done if I don't cut some corners on the opening and make it less descriptive, nonetheless, this can finally begin.))
Sir Darlion entered the room much as he had done many times before. That is, before anybody else and with a stack of letters and documents to busy himself with until the meeting began. The life of a Grandmaster was busying enough, the life of a Duke compounded that tenfold. It was obvious that Darlion was tired. Still, he carried himself with the same authority he always had, and made his way to his seat.
He had only recieved word of a few incidents that had occured in Laria, and was eager to hear reports from the lips of his knights. Which would no doubt take some time. Until said knights arrived though, he had work to do.
The Grandmaster busied himself with the stack of papers in front of him. Financial reports, orders to knights, official business he had to answer as Duke. It was a battlefield all on its own to sort through. Still, he did not complain. And for some time until the meeting began, the only sound that could be heard was Darlion calling for a messenger, to send his latest letter to its recipient.