Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20171101135341/@comment-29433416-20180104004246

Relvyn looked at the letter. His expression remained, a sturdy, unmoved poker face.

"Sathrysa, come." he told his apprentice.

"Yeah, what is-" she suddenly stopped upon seeing the letter.

"So it begins. My armour will be needing a few...adjustments for the things to come. Wouldn't want our friends to recognize off the bat who I really am." He told Sathrysa quietly, who nodded.

"I've got the more traditional chitin pieces with me, and I have the red ash scarf." She said, pulling them out of her bag.

"Those should work to make my armour look more homeland and less Morag Tong, just as planned. I'll get it adjusted now." He then turned to Elvrich, Nathyn and Nazrei.

"I'll be back soon, need to make some adjustments to my armour. Mind if I do them at Breezehome?"