Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20160530212729/@comment-13615389-20160531041013

Leland awoke to the refreshing scent of his typical breakfast: pheasant strips, two poached eggs, a strawberry tart and s bottle of Surilie Brothers vintage. To Cosnen, it was never to early to drink. He pushed his fine covers off of him and pushed the veil out of his way before he rose. Looking back, Cosnem smiled towards his bed as he did everyday. The fabric was quality, imported from Elsweyr and meticulously maintained by his staff. He slipped into a spotted, purple robe and made his way to the breakfast hall. Many a leopard have their life for that robe, but Cosnen just loved the way their fur felt against his skin. The purple came from pricey Maomer dyes.

"Morning Arginoth," Cosnen happily said to a Bosmer ego had been setting the table for him.

"Morning to you too, Master Leland." The Wood Elf replied, opening up a news paper and holding it up for the councillor to read.

"Excellent work as always." Leland said as he sipped his wine. "Next page, please."