Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-5583506-20150122161833

Lord Sextius Preventius II was a tall man with broad shoulders. He wore a grey frock coat and had white gloves on his hands. His light brown hair was combed backwards in a style reflecting his wealth... and his contempt for anyone not of noble birth.

He approached the masses on the stage with a smug smile on his meaty lips. His green eyes steeled themselves as they glared out over his audience.

"Citizens of Daggerfall!" he proclaimed and threw out his arms in an inviting gesture. "Welcome to the Market Festival!"

The crowd cheered, but because of reverence to the nobleman, but because of the fact that they were enjoying themselves at the festivities.

"From every corner of Tamriel we have come to share our goods from foreign lands or to peruse the wares merchants from beyond the seas have brought to you on this glorious and sunny day!"

Victorius stood at the place the map had marked as an escape route for Wraith, yet the rebel was nowhere to be seen.

''Dammit, where are you? If you are to strike, you need to do it now. From what I know of Sextius he was never one for giving particularly long speeches.''

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"Tsk!" hissed Valkyrie. "Never heard someone talk so much bullshit in one day."

She could tell it by analyzing the nobleman's expressions, his posture and his tone of the voice. He was a bad liar, yet the people seemed to fall for it. He really hated being here and would rather probably be home and count coins. Coins he probably had earned with shady deals amongst many of the market's participants. Yet he showed up here because of tradition and to provide an image to the people as if it was him who had orchestrated the entire Market Festival, when in reality the festival had been going on for centuries without him and his kin.

"Shameful", she muttered.