While gazing out of the large arch formed window, Harrigan admired the rather grim and dark surroundings of Savage Skull. A place that was surrounded by the marshes and woodlands of the Spooky Forest, with in the distance a large lonely peak that stood there as a ominous giant. Often did Harrigan wonder, what would happen if that mountain would erupt. Pouring out the earths blood and scorch the lands surrounding it. It would probably put half of Fiore under a layer of ash clouds that will blacken the sky and block out the sun for days.
Shaking off the thought of such a disaster, Harrigan focussed on the meal in front of him again. All this time he was sitting at a small wooden rococo styled table, with upon it a variety of bread, jams and fruits. That together formed a rather large and expensive looking breakfast.
Then the door to Harrigan's office creaked open, and a man appeared in it's opening. Holding on one of his hands a salver, with upon it the a teapot along with it's smaller brother the cup. Both of them made out of the same silver material as the salver.
'Your tea, sir' said the man, with a neutral voice.
Shaking off the thought of such a disaster, Harrigan focussed on the meal in front of him again. All this time he was sitting at a small wooden rococo styled table, with upon it a variety of bread, jams and fruits. That together formed a rather large and expensive looking breakfast.
Then the door to Harrigan's office creaked open, and a man appeared in it's opening. Holding on one of his hands a salver, with upon it the a teapot along with it's smaller brother the cup. Both of them made out of the same silver material as the salver.
'Your tea, sir' said the man, with a neutral voice.