Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150606215453/@comment-5735114-20150607123720

The Thalmor to be at the party had arrived in Cheydinhal before most of the other partygoers, because it didn't really matter to them where in Cyrodiil, or anywhere outside the Isles for that matter, they were. Presently, they were just wandering about the town, conversing amongst themselves and eliciting disgust in everyone they walked by.

"This is such bullshit," said Aronil, Carciril's colleague and the most adept ice mage of the group, "Why'd we have to go here anyways? I'd feel much better off impaling these savages on a spike of ice."

"Maybe we're going to get a chance to," noted a storm mage as the group was glared at by a number of passers by, some of which looked ready to stab them, "what with all the swords at this party tonight."

"Why swords, anyways?" piped up another Altmer. "If they were capable of throwing off their veil of ignorance, they'd clearly see the benefits of wielding the powers we do."

"As if. They could never be as powerful as us, even if they tried," replied Aronil, making a gesture with his hand that caused some of the water in the air to crystallize and fall to his feet.

Carciril drifted away from the group and began looking around the city for someone to talk to. Eventually he saw what seemed to be some kind of fight or weapons demonstration, and he stood quite a ways back to watch.