Atlas au Leonis

Atlas leans back in his chair with his feet propped up on the desk in front of him, watching you as you enter his throne hall. He crosses one leg over the other, his feet ruffling the potential important documents astray all over the desktop carelessly. He is clearly annoyed and disinterested in his duties.

"Another ignorant swain." He addresses you with exasperation. "Do you not bow to your betters where you come from?" He lets out an exaggerated sigh. "What do you want, mongrel"