Xian Berros

Xian Berros climbed out of the circular bed that nearly filled the center of his personal rest chamber [he refused to call it his bedroom as he did not sleep much - if ever] and slipped on a crimson robe that was long enough to drag on the marble tiled floor. All three women still in the bed stirred, and cuttled closer together, a sight Berros had been in the middle of for hours just before.

Through the entry way Berros found him self in the outer parlor filled with groups of furniture that made up a sitting area, bar, eating area and office. Berros made a direct line to the office. There were two desks, a few chairs and a topographical map of his city set under glass. On the glass top were different pieces, like what you might find in a game, but this was no game table. Wars were fought here, as were destiny's plotted.

The current destiny of the city had fallen off course a bit, for sure, but that was just a set back. It mattered little in the middle of a man's life. Berros still had time, lots of time to win back his life and begin to enjoy it.

Stepping back Berros lit up the candle chandelier and pulled the dark covering off of his raven's cage. The dark bird chirped and cooed a bit.

"Wake up Vritra." Berros opened the cage's large top and fed the bird a treat.

"Reports." He spoke softly in the birds direction.

Berros poured him self a drink of amber liquid from a tall glass decanter on his sitting desk. Turning around he saw that Vritra was still in her cage.

"Well, what are you waiting for. REPORTS!" He boomed.

The bird cackled and flew out of the cage whipping up a storm of feathers and cage stuffing. Vritra circled the parlor twice before finding the window and flying out into the night. Berros had time to finish his entire first drink before his assistant Rima came into his parlor with a stack of folders in her arms.

Berros took note of the fact that Rima was wearing little more than a light sleeping gown and a heavy jacket hastily thrown over her self for warmth as she entered the parlor.

"Are the bells not working Chancellor?" Rima tugged on the string of bells as she walked by, they rang out in succession from smallest at the top of the string to largest at the bottom. The sound would have awoken her for sure.

"What news do you have for me?" Berros sat down in a soft back chair near his desk with a second drink. He offered Rima not a single luxury or courtesy.