Boethiah
Dark Messiah
The commotion below had finally been communicated to the Host Lord. It seems some sort of relic from a time now past was buried under the dirt and stone, a tomb encased in solid Phrik -- a material that would not be so easily breached. What lied inside indeed...
Anja's curiosity was perhaps not as great as his but she too wanted to know what lied inside; should they find a way. Before she was able to ask questions a young man approached her, bowed his head, and handed her a datapad. Her eyes glanced down to the device which revealed a report on the mining operation for Cortosis. The tonnage was not as much as she expected but it didn't fall too short of what she had asked for, as long as there was enough for the weapons she required they would suffice.
After double-checking the report she handed the datapad back to the man who immediately left her presence, bowing again just before.
Anja's curiosity was perhaps not as great as his but she too wanted to know what lied inside; should they find a way. Before she was able to ask questions a young man approached her, bowed his head, and handed her a datapad. Her eyes glanced down to the device which revealed a report on the mining operation for Cortosis. The tonnage was not as much as she expected but it didn't fall too short of what she had asked for, as long as there was enough for the weapons she required they would suffice.
After double-checking the report she handed the datapad back to the man who immediately left her presence, bowing again just before.
