Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191118230539/@comment-25828117-20191122213047

"If you are all quite done." Lysilde finally said, voice like ice coming from the cute squirrel.

The elf lived in a house that seemed untidy for an altmer. Lots of books lay open, lots of candles burned through a good amount of wax in their candelabras. A thin veneer of dust on everything.

If this man was a mage he wouldn't have been a prestigious one. Which would explain why he lived in Ondal and not Alinor or Shimmerene.

"This is most peculiar. Cognizant animals. Erm. Can I perhaps offer you something to drink? Eat? It's not like I have many guests over."

The elf seemed quite odd. His fingernails were quite long, and his beard unkempt. There was an elven agelessness about him but it was clear he was quite old.