Recent content by Neame Grosvenor

Looking to the new group of beasts to enter his office, Minister Grosvenor beckoned them over with a smile that seemed too large for his face. His voice was deep, harsher than his words, which carried an air of the joviality that seemed to animate his whole body. "Ah, Lieutenant Ryalor, was it...

There was but a single guard by the door, a wildcat dressed in the garb of the Stoatorian Guard, with a polished steel chestplate and a paw-and-a-half sword at her side. Across from the guard, to the other side of the sturdy, unadorned door, a weasel secretary sat at a desk, looking over papers...

The ferret guard had first made as though to interrupt, pointing off to a side as to demonstrate where the washrooms would be - rather than the off-limits office wing the two unattended beasts were wandering into. Then, not wanting to be reassigned to some miserable posting on Petroa for...

Back in the hallway, the two guards exchanged glances. They weren't really sure who Eirene or Caden were supposed to be, and were less sure of what they were here to do or, indeed, if they were supposed to be around at all. Of course, there were tours every now and then, and beasts sometimes...