Astor laughed off Addy’s comment as he gave her a resounding “nope,” he did not aspire to be a scandalous king. For the inarticulate blonde, influence and power were much more important in this world, a world that straddles the line between an illusion and reality. By now, it was a bit difficult to differentiate the two, given how often he’s stayed logged in. Although he calls it work, others may see it as an obsession. By the time the conversation cycled through Addy, Gwyn, and Beretta, it seemed all three women took pity on his wallet by politely turning down his offer, which he was thankful for. After all, who would pay for this massive construct if not him and him alone. Every piece of gold was worth a dozen stones to go back into the castle’s construction and it was gold well-spent in his humble opinion. Nodding to Addy and Gwyn as the group seemingly disbanded to head back up to the ground floor, he returned his attention to Beretta, an unamused woman whose furrowed brows he would love to press until she stopped looking like a monkey that had accidently eaten an unripe grape. “I see, if you would like to talk more, dinner time should be good time for conversation, if you would join me in what I call a castle but others would beg to differ,” he said as he immediately headed to the closest exit that he could remember. Given his propensity to utilize his magic, Astor had no need for a torch as he showed himself out. @The Admiral @Gwyn ap Herne @Beretta
