Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191127222222/@comment-25828117-20191129173102

The man behind the desk did not look up for what felt like an eternity, lasting of five seconds in total. Finishing whatever it was he was neatly penning down in that book of his. The edges of the pages were guilded in gold as far as Scaldor could see peaking over. It denoted the wealth of this particular place. If the decor hadn't tipped him off yet.

Jarls of Skyrim lived in less comfort. The only ones who would perhaps think it giant or garish would be high elves.

But nevertheless, the manager's sunken eyes looked up to regard Scaldor with a friendly smile. Though it was friendly in the sense that he thought that the elf had perhaps wandered into the wrong building and he would soon set him in the right direction.

"Some rooms you say?" He sounded like he was trying to be from Alinor. But he clearly was not. An Imperial trying his best to mimmick sophistication and almost succeeding, almost...