Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170425205757

The Crimson King was standing at the foot of the stairway that led up to the keep's doors. Dressed very much how he was yesterday, wearing white carriage gloves and his trademark red tailcoat. He was tending to a small rose garden, when he noticed Tim approach.

"Good morning, Tim." The old man said, turning to Tim and folding his hands in front of him. "Did you sleep well?"