Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160701214926/@comment-24696651-20160706002959

Sancarelle was returning to Cularane after a long business trip in Sancarnen. He had gone there to personally manage some of his trading and shipbuilding activities in the area, as well as make sure the general econony was doing well, as part of his role as steward, but he had uncovered yet another one of his parents' old shrines to Orgnum, along with some disturbing news.

I really must excavate the manor, Sancarelle thought to himself, riding hard on his horse. He had wanted to return with his caravan, but they were still unloading where the Adadiren ceased to be navagable. As he entered the mountain city, he tossed a bag of coins at the elf operating the lifts and waved a scroll indicating he was part of the Royal Court, yelling at him to hurry up to bring him to the Royal Palace. To most the gold he threw was a week's wages - to him, it was less than a second's worth. As he shot up, he shifted his hair and patted down his slightly ruffled clothes. He was not dressed for court, but it was urgent.

"I am the Lord Steward Sancarelle," Sancarelle wheezed as he stepped off the platform and in front of the palace's outer gate, simultaneously displayed the aforementioned scroll. "I need to speak with his grace, the Aran."