With a thud and a grunt, the door opens once more to recive Trask Morgoth into the room. He get up off the floor and dusts himself off. His imaculate uniform is now dirty, and his finely trimmed beard has a stick in it. "Many apologies, the uh- door was stuck." He pluck the stick from his beard, retrives the well worn drum sitting on the ground, and swiftly steps into line. "Line coordination officer Morgath present and accounted for sirs!"
