» Sun Aug 22, 2010 10:29 am Draken entered the palace after careful consideration. Around him was a cornucopia of upstanding citizens from many respected places. Each and every one seemed like they were high in position of power; Generals, council men, many entrepreneurs and nobles from various locations all gathered in a single place. The Throne Room was a site to behold as well. The tiles were made of marble and the architecture was simply splendid. Draken's eyes studied the gigantic mammoth-sized doors encrusted with many expensive gems and stones that caused the door to give off a special shine. The center was a stream of fresh water which symbolized the power of the Yokudan Empire. Draken knew well that Hammerfell was a dry and forsaken place. To have this glorious stream of water was a natural display of prosperity of the Yokudans. He understood many people cherished water as a symbol of life. For me, it comes in a more thicker manner, Draken thought. In comparison of the palace, the royalty was strikingly similar. Bearing clothes that marked their wealth and splendor among the common folk of Sentinel.
He watched the manner the King looked at the Empress. They both obviously shared a mutual affection for each other, as regular folks do. Nevertheless, they were enemies of the Empire. But Draken was a stranger here. Unlike in Cyrodiil, the power of influence he holds is dwarfed in Hammerfell compared to the high political men and women that now surrounded him. His natural hearing could pick up various conversations ranging from political speech to the insignificant hobbies of the daily routine. Draken knew no one here and as it seemed, he was the only member of the Order in the Throne Room. He searched and searched to no apparent avail. All of this locating made Draken thirsty. He saw various dishes of different foods of exotic nature, but he knew well they would not sate his palate. Draken searched for the nearest person he could speak to. A young Imperial woman with a wealthy look. She wore a fine blue dress with hand-crafted decorations that surrounded her bosom and down her lithe body. Her eyes were a clear blue that reminded Draken of the Abbecian Ocean. Her hair was a fine blond that was loosely fallen behind her back into a pony tail. Her face was firm and smooth with small freckled dots around her nose and cheeks. By all means she was an attractive woman. Draken watched as she spoke to a man, by his resemblance to her, he could discern that they were siblings. Tempting begged him to make his way to her, but reason and savvy kept Draken aback. He could easily speak to her, seduce her and eventually lead her to his private quarters. But like the hundreds of thousands of women he had seen, she was nothing special.
He kept his search around the chambers for speech that would capture his interests. Smoother tongues ran rabid in that chamber that he found it difficult to join in a conversation. If he did not enter a conversation soon, his social status would be greatly diminished and his value would be inferior to the eyes of many. And as a man of wealth and power he simply could not have that. He continued his own tour of the location, standing near the stream of water as he stared into the fountain. His eyes searching the reflection of other individuals he could capture with his view. A more subtle way of studying individuals instead of staring straight at them. He cleared his throat and coughed. Thinking of what he should do.
