Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150312022509/@comment-24530992-20150315034449

He glanced at her, smiling faintly before leaving for his quarters. He closed the door behind him, sighing as he walked for his wardrobe. He pulled it open, then removing his leather armor and trousers, replacing it with a loose shirt that he didn't bother lacing up, revealing only some of his muscular torso. After pulling on a new set of trousers and boots, he moved to his desk, where he sat, pondering.

''Killing innocent elves is one thing, but the Thalmor... They have been quiet. I think it's time to change that...'' Bryce thought to himself, before pulling out fine parchment and his quill. He dipped the tip in ink, before writing across it, signing neatly at the bottom. He rolled it up and tied it, before setting it across his desk. He would send it off tomorrow.

I hope I know what I'm doing... He thought once again, sighing.