*A Durrim walks through the arches of Hiebe's throne room, we wipes the sweat from his forehead. He grips onto the paper he is holding and approaches Hiebe and bows.*
'eibe, meh lord. Ah 'ave seen deh gate 'ouse and it concerns me. Ah 'ave drawn up some plans wif' some traps and such fer da protection of deh citeh and yerself. Ah also 'ave da support ov Valen. If yeh wish you can bring 'im 'ere.
*holds up the plans to Hiebe and stands up, brushing dust from his
leggings.*
(This is for Hiebe, Zezimus, and myself only. The only reason I have made this is becuase of the time difference, Hiebe being in school, and such. So please dont post. Thank you!)