Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20200201220132/@comment-25828117-20200202000802

As Nyasia crept forward, she could look through the framework of the railing and see a big table with several important looking people surrounding it.

She would recognise the imperial armor of a legate. He was the one talking. The other people at the table were the Grandmaster, who sat by the legate's side. Next to him sat a Dunmer in golden armor, the helmet of which was placed in front of him on the table, it a mask of an expressionless face with a mohawk. Continuing on sat several Dunmer nobles of the houses. A woman was standing up, she was the one debating the legate.

"The fact of the matter is that the grandmaster has given into too many concessions that go against the treaties. He did this because of the threat that the Imperials would leave if their demands were not met. That is bad diplomacy. Typical Imperial. Every one of them thinks they are Tiber Septim. Never mind that the mere man was a Nord."