C O M M A N D E R - M A X E N C E
The king had begun to walk across the room toward the board french doors that made way to the sandscape and vines outside, all the while listening to the new healer's words on his expertise. Maxence paused over the threshold, steanding with both feet in the doorway to cast his gaze from the vibrant man to the wildlands ahead. "We are in grave need of healers" he spoke for the second time "At the moment we are not equipped with the facilities or natural resources for births and pregnancies; for this reason I implemented a ban on them. We know little of the herbs in the area and their uses, and the only familiar greenery is a few hours flight away and at least a day and night's walk. Perhaps you could take a group and find some alternatives in the canyons" Turning his nose to meet the gaze of the horned newcomer, Maxence had to fight his eyes from creasing and frowning when he was asked of his name. It occurred to him that new folk in the kingdom were likely used to hearing the commanded named as such and never by his actual name which was reserved for, well, no one. Maxence cared little for who called him by his name and who stuck to formalities, but it did frighten him that the people were becoming strangers to him. "Maxence" the sovereign spoke after processing the rest of the man's spiel about meeting Eden and worshiping their lord upon the mount. Now casting his gaze skyward, the commander threatened to look directly at the sun. "If you are here speaking to me, it is likely because Solis has willed it. He does not let just anyone across the Mors" |
