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"Freemont, eh? You mean to tell me this one's an actual albino? Rather embarrassing, some of those frauds." The minister seemed amused by the thought, that the beast might actually be who he claimed he was this time around. "Well, send them in! Always a moment to spare for our brave, young...

Spending 5k for an extra skill point for Zshama Cossatra

Zshama Cossatra Age46 (Born Humidor 24th 1719) SpeciesWeasel SexFemale BuildWiry, tall, angular AffiliationImperial Navy RankAdmiral SKILLS: PhysicalMentalSocial Cutlass [Trained] (2)Medium Unit Organization [Proficient] (3)Command [Proficient] (3) Skill [Rank]...

Neame left the desk to inspect Daniil more closely. His expression was unreadable, though he had a tension about him, like a trap ready to be sprung. The marten's eyes were quick, noticing the difference in military custom, Daniil's age, his stature. His whiskers seemed to droop slightly, a...

Approved!

The Minister of War seemed thoughtful, nodding his head in vague agreement with all that was said. It would have seemed he had not given Daniil or Alwyn's words the attention he'd promised, but - putting a hand up to keep the ferret colonel beside him silent, he gave his response in glowing...

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...