Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-25828117-20191022203758

(Scaldor's antics got them permanently banned from entering the isles despite of Lysilde's golden eagle signature which in turn meant they couldn't get all the relics of power and so the world was taken over by the Daedra

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Ciramar's calm demeanor slipped when he saw Scaldor.

"You."

Lysilde was quick to interject.

"I have a letter from the University of Shimmerene, stamped with a golden eagle. Me and my associates have to be granted access to the city."

She pressed the letter into the harbourmaster's well manicured hands, or rather she shoved it in his direction so that he had to bring his hands in front of him before Lysilde poked his stomach with it.

His attention lingered on Scaldor for a moment longer before he looked at the seal.

The elf took an ornate loupe from his coat pocket and inspected it more carefully.

"It appears to be genuine." He finally admitted somewhat incredulously.

"How did you aquire this?"

Lysilde shook her head.

"I fear that is classified information."

Ciramar was visible shaken, in as far as a joyless altmer bureaucrat could be shaken.

"If I discover you are playing games with me... I will have you out of here before you could even say: capital punishment."

With a huff Ciramar turned around and marched off the boat, silver spoon up the bum. His guards moved mechanical synchronicity, forming in behind him.

"They are to be let in!" Ciramar called at the gatesmen with clear disappointment in his voice. Quite the guard dog the city of Shimmerene had.