A tall young man with light hair and pleasant enough if not particularly striking features enters the room. As he makes his way to a seat towards the back of the chamber his grey eyes glance about the chamber, although whether from nervousness or caution it's difficult to say. Whispers from the servants follow him as he goes. Despite his relatively plain armor, there is no mistaking the coat of arms on his tabard. This is the young Duke of Bavaria who so quickly made his rise from relative obscurity.
A few moments after he's seated a servant in his House's livery pours him a glass of wine. He sips it for a while, apparently deep in thought, before rising.
"If that's the way it works then I'd like to nominate myself for the position of Spymaster".
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