Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20160117201116/@comment-29458028-20160430163724

"Lord of Arenthia. Hmm ... very familiar. Some elf man used to call himself that, in the events many years ago. I still remember a certain Meledran who called himself Lord of Arenthia. I noted he was undead by then already" muttered Levith under his breath, as he ran a hand through his silvery white hair. It sounded like inane mumbling, unless one had sharp hearing.

"I only know one Lord of Arenthia. A fake one called Meledran. And I am a foreigner, so I have no clue about how to get the the count's mansion" frowned Levith, as he looked at the Bosmer girl, trying to figure out who she was, as his eyes examined her face, recording the details, comparing it to faces he had seen before. He couldn;t quite place the face, but other than his wife and son back in his home city of Luminem (yes he got married already :P), Levith didn't record faces in his memory very well. (He still looks about 22, but is chronologically about 30 by now)

Lyrissa seemed to understand something when she heard the name Meledran, but then her expression soon settled back into her smug look, and she revealed nothing.