The Aging Man

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Ivan Bronte looks out the window from his office. The sun slowly rises over the land of Oren. The children can be heard in the lower levels of the manor. He gets up out of his desk. His body aches immensely as he grabs his chest. He lets out a cough. The chair begins to warm once more as he sits back down and looks to the window once more.

 

"What has the world become. Racism, hate and tyranny. If only I could have been there to stop it. I fear my time in these lands are slowly coming to a halt. "

 

Ivan drifts away from that thought and looks back to the papers on his desk. He hears the sounds of his children downstairs and lets out a smile.

 

((Ivan is not dead yet))

[ToenailTickler 290]

Young Bowen Runs upstairs "Pops! Can we go to Furnestock? Please can we?"

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

Ivan looks down to his son "In a little while Bowen. I have some business to take care of."