Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-6006054-20151115012022

Malcrus glared out of the window. The rooms he and his brother had been afforded within the Telvanni Keep were small, at least by noble standards. The study, small dining room, and two bedrooms were furnished lavishly enough, but were just large enough to avoid being considered an insult. He was content with his lot in life, but even the lodgings they had been afforded on the plantation had been grander. This would not have been of great concern to the noble were it not for the other problem.

"I'm bored." Malcrus reported, watching his brother in the window's reflection. Dalon remained sprawled across an exquisitely carved chair. After a moment of silence, and just as Malcrus was about to re-affirm his status, Dalon replied.

"And why would that be?"

"We've spent the last four days idling about, and the view has yet to improve." Malcrus gripped the window sill tightly as he spoke. He watched Dalon sit up into a semblance of proper form in the blurry reflection.

"Would you prefer to be back out on the plantation? If you do recall, I was afforded the great privilege of managing the accounts. I prefer this relaxed monotony, personally."

"You could have always headed out into the fields and worked with me." Malcrus replied.

"You had beating serfs mastered, our honored relative's foremen could have neglected to show up. No one would have noticed the difference. There really was no need for my assistance out there."

"Please, brother. You endanger my humility." Malcrus couldn't help but smile slightly.