Eryth - Rivian De Valimose Tavarien

Bored out of my damn mind at the mindless waiting, an uneventful groan resounded as the blood rain continued its painting on the earth below. 

"Can you not look more excited?" Lord Malzeen lazily said, slouching in the chancellor's office chair. A half smile on his stupid face.

I could only sigh at this half-dressed idiot that wore his doctor attire to talk to one of the most important people in this damn birdcage: Rivian De Valimose Tavarien. 

"His office is always so cold. He ought to spice things up. Shall we take a picture of his dragon and put it on his desk?" Malzeen asked, eyeing the empty room that appeared as if no one worked in there. It was bare. 

But that wasn't surprising. Rivian rarely had meetings in his office. He was rarely even present to welcome guests.