Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191101220152/@comment-25828117-20191102212959

Vithalril had no doubt gone to speak with the canonreeve, to talk about how tensions were rising within the group. The hands-off act was just that. An act. He had his background in the Thalmor and as such was a very good spy. Not that it was a secret that he reported on them of course.

Still, they were out of his sight for now.

With Helian back to training, the others were politely asked to leave. They could of course refuse to do so, just to keep watching Helian train but if they did go, they would find Cloudrest preparing for the race on Loredas. Each district of the city had its own color, and a champion for the gryphon race. There were notable gaps in the decorations. Houses of those who thought the race was a barbaric past time that should've been abandoned long ago. Still, it was clear which part of the city supported which champion.

The inn could be found in the district with purple flags. Its champion apparently was Gwilim. The welkynar that had struck Nyasia and Helian. The innkeeper was a great admirer though. He had a framed image of the handsome champion above the bar and adorned the building with purple flags. He even wore purple clothing. The supporting went even as far as fashion in Cloudrest.

Lysilde had left Helian to practice. She thought that if he developed enough of a skill for it she could ultimately help him on the day of the race. Even if it was cheating...

Right now though, she looked for Alvoran. She still had his sword.

Emile could find solitude in the gardens if he wanted that. And chances were high he did.

Clodagh could gaze at Baldr's perfect form in the bath house, should he decide to disrobe and relax there.