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It had only been a few minutes since the two idiots left the main building. Within this time, the table in which Lord Rostovii's feet were rested on had become cluttered with papers. Notes, maps, statistics, some food, wine, and of course, many potted flowers strategically placed so Vladimir could quickly change positions and still see what was on the table.

Hard work had begun. Vladimir was constantly on the move, circling the table. As time passed, every single piece of paper on the table had become edited. Laws, taxes, jobs, war. The last factor was of great importance, Vladimir had been strategically planning every single move for what would happen in the near future. "Hm... It would be a good idea to contact those guys... Just gaining an open borders contract or even a military alliance would be perfect for this..." Vladimir spoke to himself as he stood back, placing his hand on his chin as the thought. He had instantly lost the ability to see after this, his sight only containing outlines of the scenery around him due to his heightened hearing. Suddenly, his blind image on reality was broken by the unexpected voice of the one he had summoned.

“You summoned me, my lord,?”

Vladimir quickly turned to face the visitor, surprised. The loose ends of his bandaged eyes swiftly swung around with his body. Before speaking, Vladimir fumbled around for a potted flower and picked one up. Holding the pot with his left hand and lightly touching the flower with the other, allowing him to see.
"Ah, Healer. You came." He spoke, his words monotone, his face expressionless.
"I'd like to gain your opinion on things, along with giving you some jobs. You think you could do that?" He asked as he moved around the table, placing the flower back in it's respective place and using another flower on the other end of the table to see.