Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200201220132/@comment-25828117-20200202002353

Lysilde hadn't seen what Clodagh had so she protested of course.

"Clodagh, please do not risk everything."

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The legate scoffed but said nothing immediately in return. The ordinator who looked to be an old experienced Dunmer with a scar over his right eye also elected to remain silent with an expression as unreadable as the mask of his signature ordinator helmet.

The grandmaster saw a need to defend himself though.

"The good sera Mivil Dres has always been one of the most skeptical of outsiders and while that caution can be useful, I genuinely feel like our Imperial guests have not  outstayed their welcome."

Most people in the room thought that was a ludicrous statement and weren't shy to let it be known. Everyone except the high ranking ordinator who sat quietly and listened.

"Whatever you say, muthsera."

"I do say so, good sera Amadon Indoril." The grandmaster said with the patience that could rival one of the saints.