Eamon

"And worst of all, is the utter misery originating from innocence by ignorance! Such willful desire to-" The Imperial male stops mid sentence, his expression drawing up into one of exaggerated offense. "Herald!" His voices bounces uncomfortably loud on the walls, "Are you not writing this down?" A pause and then indigence, "What do you mean overconfident? Presumptuous? Arrogant?" Two clawed hands reach up to adjust his hat and the large feather sways, barely pinned to it. "That is exactly what I'm going for!" He flashes a grin and perches his familiar back onto his writing desk. "Keep those lines in the speech. Now, back to the pompous lecturing. Where was I...?"