Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20170115015652/@comment-26446054-20170215010458

The high winds, though repulsed by the House's complex, howled around the pair. Such was the despair of the wilds trying, thought the younger mage.

"Here comes the Archmagister," the elder noted, and patted the other's shoulder, "best to leave you to your affairs," he smiled and left the barely illuminated balcony.

Faramayn raised a thin eyebrow, nodding simply. What purpose was there to come up here if he was to merely leave?

Perhaps everyone here had some form of private intrigue, under the watchful eyes of the moons.

"Hail, Archmagister," he greeted his House's master, folding his hands by the cloth of his magicka-infused robes. His knapsack remained still, the straps cutting into his skin as the weight of knowledge bore down on him.

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"A better question would be that of what you need," the warlord gripped a dagger stabbed into a table furnished with a thick layer of maps and reports, a greying outline of High Rock present beneath the blade.

"After being properly rested, you are to ride to Jehanna and confer with the lower commanders on the advance into High Rock. I cannot promise you extra men," Ulfric's steel eyes turned to Asger.

The moonlight shined off of the snow outside of the keep, failing to appear against crackling flames inside. The high windows, covered in ornate shapes, cast shadows in the long room, particularly on the fur of Ulfric.

"I do apologise for this meeting. It was necessary."