Closed rp with Tyrant Crown: LandTrade
Tick, tock.
The sound of a pendulum clock echoes in your head, though such a device is actually nowhere near your form. Your eyes are closed, focused hard on your thoughts as you sit down on a bench. There are little trolls here, only those who had scheduled appointments would manage to get this far in the process, and if you did get this far chances were you didnât do it just to talk or something. And so you did as any of the other trolls present did. You stayed silent.
Finally however, your time to go would come. The sound of trolls leaving through the steps beaconed your hues to glance upwards from the flooring towards the loud troll screeching ânextâ. With the majority of your clothing fluttering behind you, you stand up and begin to walk down the divide between yourself and the chamber that holds.. her.
Quietly you approach, keeping wits about you as you enter the lair of the Condescension.
