Octavius Ravenshadow
"It has been a while, Old Man.
I didn't think you would still be sitting in this position, one would normally choose an heir a retire at that age, I guess you really like the position of power huh…"
Orion walked into a Lavish room and spoke with a casual smile on his face. In front of him, sat a man with a long beard that had turned white with time, white hair, and wrinkles all over his face, all these signs pointed to how old the man was, however, none of these signs ever indicated that the old man was weak weak.
His blue eyes were still as sharp as they used to be, rather, with age, along with sharpness, those blue eyes also carried wit and calmness. His back was straight, his posture was strong, and his build, although not as large as it used to be, still gave off the aura of a warrior, A smile formed on the old man's face when he glanced at Orion walking in and sitting on the chair in front of his table.