Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191018075609/@comment-25828117-20191018191017

"I have with me a letter of permission from the university of Shimmerene that will gain us access into the city." Lysilde chimed in, holding a piece of paper with guilded gold corners and an almost regal seal.

"And who are you?" Nemicus asked. Lysilde was dressed in simple colors but she carried herself almost as well as Nyasia.

"Lysilde. The guide to Her Majesty. In a sense..." She smiled at the captain and he could feel his cheeks redden. She really was a pretty woman.

"Whe-eeell... If you don't mind, Lysilde, could I see that letter for a second? You understand."

Lysilde nodded politely and offered Nemicus the neatly folded piece of paper.

The captain took it was about as much carefulness as he could muster and opened it up so he could read its contents. It was a good thing someone in the family learned to read because Akatosh knows Graicus hadn't.

Eventually he showed a small sturgeon's face and nodded.

"Everything appears to be in order. The Flashing Blade can cancel that small delivery just as well...

Welcome aboard." He bowed once more in that graceful manner. The man's frilly shirt drooped with every gesture. It was just out of the realm of bad taste. Nemicus had grown up in poverty and this was his way of overcompensating. Anyone who actually came from money would've noticed.