Commander Strut's office was exactly as severe as the man himself.
Stone walls were a dull grey color like everything within the Red House. There was a desk that looked like it had survived multiple wars as well as shelves lined with books, reports and various documents that possibly contained importance secrets and all that convoluted crap.
From a single window, the dull light from the grey skies filled the room bringing all but warmth.
The Commander sat behind his desk, reading something. He didn't look up when Nero entered.
Nero stood and waited nervously.
Today, the Commander had specifically called for him. It was an honor to even meet with him, especially someone with a status as low as his.
He still remembered the first time he met this strange, old, yet powerful old man.
His waning age did absolutely nothing to hide the absolutely boisterous presence that wafted off of him. He was, without a doubt, a dangerous person.
