You were an acquaintance of Gramorr—A friend, if you will.

He sat in his office, reading century old books. "This is..Unenjoyable." He mumbled, frustrated with his boredness.

Ruling over Ephedia wasn't fun. There was rarely any action, and when there was, it was a conflict.

However, he wasn't bored once you entered the room. He glanced over toward the entrance of his office, the small, smug smile his lips curved into hidden by his mask.

"To what do I owe the visit?" He teased.