Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20170105222240/@comment-24736819-20170316165618

"I wouldn’t like to do that either, Sir Ivo, but the Knights of Camlorn don't know that and this is war, after all.", Doraleous replied, dismissively before he disappeared into Ciel's tent.

"Excuse me, Sir Ciel... would you have a moment to talk?", the big knight commander asked.



"So, you are telling me that after all that work Lord Gaelesil done for them, the Summerset nobles simply plotted to drive him away? Took everything he had and burned down?! What kind of horrible people was he dealing with? All of that just because of his family's name...", Balin asked, incredulous after listening to Gaelesil's assistant.

"Precisely. He drifted off for a few years until he finally found safe haven here. While most of the people here envy and dislike him, at least they respect him for what he can do. He doesn't wish to leave here because once he is gone, people might take advantage of his absence and he is afraid his safe haven will be gone once he comes back.", Geel replied.

"No place like home, I guess. Still... it's disappointing that someone who seemed all that poweful and knowledgeable refuses to help because he doesn't want to leave home.", the breton Prince commented in a sad tone.

"Cowardly, if I may add. You altmers are always the same...", Fiandrael let out.

"Perhaps... Would you accept me as Lord Gaelesil's substitute? That way he can go and stay at the same time. Sure I am not as powerful as him, but I have my tricks.", in a surprisingly act of kindness, Geel suggested something that never crossed their minds.

"I can agree to that.", Gaelesil's voice came from within the shadowy corner of the room before the pale apparition that was the high elf appeared.