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Bator would find himself back in his spacious room within Castle Amber, in the northern wing of the massive fortress. Through the open double doors that led out onto his private balcony, Bator could see the white sails of the Northern Fleet under orders from his trusted and boisterous sibling, Prince Gamon.
On his perch by the many bookcases which lined Bator's study area, was Grimoire, the talking raven familiar that was created for him by his father, a gift to commemorate their first campaign together in Shadow. Grimoire was not a mere conjuration, but actually instilled with the real essence of the Pattern and bound to the Prince as much as he was bound to the Pattern itself. The Raven had the ability to speak and to sing, but was not particularly smart. It had the capacity of thought displayed by an average human in shadow.
"You don't look very happy," Grimoire said upon seeing his master enter the room. Stating the obvious was a habit of Grimoire's. He could also be a bit blunt. But he was very much devoted to Bator, and rarely gave anyone else the time of day.
On his perch by the many bookcases which lined Bator's study area, was Grimoire, the talking raven familiar that was created for him by his father, a gift to commemorate their first campaign together in Shadow. Grimoire was not a mere conjuration, but actually instilled with the real essence of the Pattern and bound to the Prince as much as he was bound to the Pattern itself. The Raven had the ability to speak and to sing, but was not particularly smart. It had the capacity of thought displayed by an average human in shadow.
"You don't look very happy," Grimoire said upon seeing his master enter the room. Stating the obvious was a habit of Grimoire's. He could also be a bit blunt. But he was very much devoted to Bator, and rarely gave anyone else the time of day.