And to think, it probably already took some time for the normal color to return to his face after the bunnies of Ramus's shop tried their latest sales pitches on him.
There was purring.
The guards wave Rabastan in and he's immediately greeted by the sight of maids bustling here and there to cook and tidy, the scent of what's sure to be a delicious feast in the works, and the sounds of swords clanging and men volleying taunts in the gymnasium.
But closer than the echo of those testing their mettle is a conversation between three generations in Master Mel's office: the young and occasionally lisping voice of his carefree grandchild Rachel, the no-nonsense maternal tones of his daughter Jessica, and the boisterous boom of Hell Mel himself.
The door is open and the conversation not necessarily private. Should Rabastan peek, he'll find Rachel bouncing on Mel's knee, the girl looking like a doll compared to her immense grandfather, while Jessica looks over a sketch and notes for a canon.
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There was purring.
The guards wave Rabastan in and he's immediately greeted by the sight of maids bustling here and there to cook and tidy, the scent of what's sure to be a delicious feast in the works, and the sounds of swords clanging and men volleying taunts in the gymnasium.
But closer than the echo of those testing their mettle is a conversation between three generations in Master Mel's office: the young and occasionally lisping voice of his carefree grandchild Rachel, the no-nonsense maternal tones of his daughter Jessica, and the boisterous boom of Hell Mel himself.
The door is open and the conversation not necessarily private. Should Rabastan peek, he'll find Rachel bouncing on Mel's knee, the girl looking like a doll compared to her immense grandfather, while Jessica looks over a sketch and notes for a canon.