Emperor Sagan
Lord Commissar
Aleister's nerves were drawing somewhat tight after the second brush with Cassandra, and in the back of his mind he almost felt like she was playing with them, pretending not to notice their intrusion. He wasn't certain they could defeat her if they were detected and his instinct to flee from her was fairly strong. Thankfully, it seemed the favor of the gods were on their side for the moment, and they moved on from her room and towards the location of the sword.
The approach to the study was oddly quiet. "A man's study is an extension of his mind," Aleister mused aloud, "Leaving it unguarded is dangerous."
Unsurprisingly, his eyes were drawn to the paintings on the wall as they moved past them, and he even paused momentarily to look them over. They were rather intriguing, though the composition and subjects were surprisingly odd. They looked to be portraits but he couldn't quite pinpoint if these were individuals drawn from the artist's mind, or figures met along their travels. It was a shame these items were in the possession of the Duke - he would have much preferred to own them himself. He spared only another second to glance over the painting for an artist's mark and signature, and found none. A small tragedy that was.
Moving on into the study, he glanced about the room to spot any potential danger, but everything seemed fine for the moment. The sword was here and Theodore was well on his way to freeing it from its cage.
While the sword was being freed, Aleister checked the desk in the room to see if he could find anything of use or interest.
The approach to the study was oddly quiet. "A man's study is an extension of his mind," Aleister mused aloud, "Leaving it unguarded is dangerous."
Unsurprisingly, his eyes were drawn to the paintings on the wall as they moved past them, and he even paused momentarily to look them over. They were rather intriguing, though the composition and subjects were surprisingly odd. They looked to be portraits but he couldn't quite pinpoint if these were individuals drawn from the artist's mind, or figures met along their travels. It was a shame these items were in the possession of the Duke - he would have much preferred to own them himself. He spared only another second to glance over the painting for an artist's mark and signature, and found none. A small tragedy that was.
Moving on into the study, he glanced about the room to spot any potential danger, but everything seemed fine for the moment. The sword was here and Theodore was well on his way to freeing it from its cage.
While the sword was being freed, Aleister checked the desk in the room to see if he could find anything of use or interest.