The Office of Mr. Bowen E. Davion

The office was a functional mess. The small amount of clutter actually gave the space a endearing quality that it would be lacking if books and other odd items were not scattered across polished tables, on seats, hung on walls, or stacked against them. A full set of platemail armor, pock marked with time and battle stood tall on a armor stand near the door. Punctures and dents decorated the ancient protection just as much as the engraving had when it had seen better days. The high bloomed crest that had once spread feathered in the visored helm was gone and where it should be lay a dusty worn out ball cap with the emblem of skeletal frog.

Around the room upon walls and in curio cabinets were various flags, awards, and medals. A banner spread on one wall, a family crest and under it was framed a pedigree of the crest pinned up. On another was a frame to display a quote made famous by one of Terra's past leaders. 'All the great things are simple, and many can be expressed in a single word: freedom, justice, honor, duty, mercy, hope.'