Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-6006054-20151116003710

"You know what'd be nice?" Malcrus asked.

"I assume you're going to tell me." Dalon replied before taking a mouthful of food. A serf had brought them the meal a few minutes ago. Like the room, nothing was inherently wrong with it. Nothing except the lack of an invitation to join the rest of the family for the meal, rather than having it brought to them. Dalon wished he could rise in rank simply through murder, like the Telvanni of old were purported to have done. Alas, such barbarity was done away with by the Sharmat, and political manipulation rather than manslaughter was the modern path to power.

"If there was a ball." Malcrus answered, derailing Dalon's train of thought.

"You assume personages as lowly as ourselves would be permitted by the House to attend?"

"You know we would. This room is one thing, but to demean us in public like that would weaken them."

Dalon concluded that Malcrus was indeed correct. If there was a ball anywhere, they would be there. Houses, not individuals were invited to such things. If House Telvanni went, so did the two brothers.