Sya piddled with a rook upon his right hand chess table the other hand holding his bangs back as he reads the document presented before him. The outside air was crisp and cool, with snowflakes falling, these were usually his most fruitful nights before that day of darkness. It seemed now however the king hand't even noticed. His glass ofredhoney wine sitting reflecting the dancing flames untouched by hand or lips. An odd sight for the King of olde.<br/><br/>The fine golden hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as small chills coated his body, normally quite the turn on for the Lord. Though again he seemed not to care. This was the first of this sort of night since before the darkend day.