Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170813151003/@comment-5543592-20190604233816

An elderly Dunmer sat across the room from Arctus. He was seated in a high-backed, antique sitting chair, pulled at an angle into a long table. A cane was held across his legs.

"The toilet is across the hall." The Dunmer rasped. His voice was a strangled, garbled mess, made stretched and haggard by age. "That is an urn from the city of Arkngthand, part of Sotha Sil's original collection."

The Redguard dared a look up at Fordola and licked his lips nervously.

"You are not... one of the masters?"