Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170605191359/@comment-24366541-20170606192814

Daemon had recived his invitation to the ceremony and ball, due to the efforts of House Chevalier aiding the Morgans during the Blackfyre rebellions.

Yet as he stood in his Formal attire, he felt out of place, a mere gladatorial pitfighter among some of Tamriel's most dignified aristocrats and monarchy.

''I might be renowned, but my renown is but a drop in the ocean... Silverspoons the lot of them. ''

Yet something was amis, the itch in his blade hand had never lied.

Yet he ignored this and continued forward to the royal table, gifts in hand.

An Akaviri one-handed crossbow and Shortblade for the Prince Aerion and Ornate ancestral blade and fabled first Alchemist's ring. Each royal's gift enclosed in a solid blackwood case.

