Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170731183450/@comment-5543592-20170804013121

"I'm certain it'll be fine." Taeris didn't think Meilir was a poisoness influence, by any measure. He was definitely something, but he wasn't dangerous. He was also the closest thing they had to an intellectual. Taeris was hoping Meilir would expose Ollie to he finer elements of high society, so that Ollie could rise completely above his humble beginnings.

"Listen carefully, Ollie, because it's important you understand.  There's a one in ten chance he might be angry.  It's very difficult to upset Taeris, but when you do, it's as if you've thrust your hand into Oblivion and pulled forth Mehrunes Dagon's fires themselves.  I've only seen it happen three times," he held up that number of fingers, "just once on my account, and let me tell you, it wasn't as bad as bringing a child to a brothel.  Not only is it terrifying, you're correct he's my friend, and I don't want to disappoint him." Meilir added the last part, as if it were self-evident. "And I doubt you want to either."