Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26245872-20141027213346/@comment-29458028-20141031110055

Raydin walked back into his office and sat down, rearranging his desk from a certain organized mess to another organized mess. He took out more parchment and began to write a new story. If he actually got a septim for each word he wrote, he would have been a multimillionaire.

Occupation for the mind when there were no threats to fight or no politics to think about. His previous manuscript was magically gathered up and placed into a drawer.