Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191026122532/@comment-25828117-20191028144036

Meanwhile --

Emile's room was on the first floor. It was ornate yet stark at the same time. Everything consisted out of one of these three colors: deep purple, green (namely the plants) or white.

His four-poster bed had deep purple velvet curtains. The cushions seemed to be just as soft. It was perhaps the most comfortable bed he would've slept in since he left home.

Open windows looked into a courtyard where roses grew around the pillars and dignified elves women walked, speaking in confidence.

His room was next to Kashya's and Alvoran's.

"Will you be going to the race next week?" Shrava could pick up the pompous chatter of the other patrons.

"Ah, my dear friend, I do wish I could. Sadly I shall be otherwise engaged."

"Alas. T'is a great occasion." --- Kashya found the wine cellar to be locked. She could perhaps best just use her room.