Mivral Elussia

The music sounded distant through the closed doors of the study. Mivral had needed a moment of rest from the boot lickers and yeah sayers populating his abode. But oh how he loved the praise and attention. He was sure to welt away if they would turn their backs on them one day. This could never happen, he wouldn't allow it.

The Aasimar's golden eyes flicked to his sleeve, the red stain on it making his perfect face distort into an angry expression. The mark was small but it bothered him greatly.

"This clumsy idiot. I should get rid of him."

He murmured to himself while trying to scratch the wine stain away with a perfectly manicured fingernail. Of course, this was futile but it felt like an imperfection he needed to expunge immediately. But no, he couldn't get too deep into his head. Not now, not with so many guests who could see his ugly side. With a shake of his head, Mivral straightened up and brought his hair and waistcoat back in order. He picked up the stationary he had thrown through the room in a fit of anger just to see someone standing in the doorway of his office when he lifted his head again. How much have they seen? Mivral didn't recognize their face either but he only did remember the visages of people who were useful to him.

"What an unexpected guest. Did you take a wrong turn perhaps?"

He said with his usual warm tone and captivating smile. Whoever this was, he needed to find out how much they had seen of his outburst. Having someone running around that could threaten his carefully crafted image was too dangerous.