Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-17114085-20160708212316

Varla-Nal looked up at his brother, his face a bit angry, which was odd for the Aran. "No, absolutely not."

"Why not?! You have no one else to send. Not unless you send Ardis, who isn't one for being discreet and investigating. He is likely to burn down the whole forest just to get at the Wandering Ehlnofey." the Prince replied.

"You're the Crown Prince, my heir. I can't have you wandering Elenelda investigating rumors! Not while we have a crazy Daedric Cult on the loose." Varla-Nal retorted.

"I don't need to go alone. Send some Ardapelin with me. Besides, I'm not a kid anymore. My training with Phynaster is almost complete, I'm a Nightblade. As skilled as any Tatayla." Coridal argued.

"No. That's final! Father would never allow such a thing." The king stated.

"You're not our father! You never will be, stop trying to be!" Coridal yelled.

With the two brothers so focused on their argument they barely noticed that the queen and a messenger had arrived.

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"He's late." The Chancellor said to himself. He was waiting in front of the palace, waiting for Akaar to show up.

He had tried to mark a personal interview with the Aran for the lad, but the king wasn't seeing anyone since the fires were set to the city. Though the Aran had agreed to let the Chancellor hire the young mage.

They hadn't yet set up Akaar's room in the palace, so the mage was still living in his old house, but he was expected at the palace pretty early in the morning.

"Where are you?" The Chancellor wondered as he looked around from atop the stairs, trying to see if the mage was going to show.

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Atron walked into the study, where his aunt spent most of her time. Being the Vendis Tur of Sancarnen was a busy job, seeing as it was the center of all trade on the continent. "My dear aunt..." Atron began to say.

"Quiet." Gerelle said, without looking up from her reports.

"You're busy? Oh, I'll come back later." He muttered and tried to turn around to leave.

"Stay." She ordered. "Wait."

He grunted silently so she couldn't hear, then walked over to her desk and sat at one of the empty chairs. He sat there in silence as she finished looking over the montly reports from the harbor.

When she was done she looked up at him. Her gaze as cold as always. "Speak, tell me of the court hearing."