Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140806120402/@comment-5735114-20140809014553

Feran tried to compose himself on the walk to the Imperial Palace, looking around the city in awe on the way. However, he was mostly unsuccessful, and he still looked almost as dirty and worn as when he arrived a few moments ago.

Walking through the palace, the Bosmer was surprised he was even let in, considering his condition. Even some of the beggars looked better than him. He quickly decided not to dwell on these thoughts, not while he was so close.

When invited into the chambers, Feran silently walked in, trying to look as good as possible. The Empress of Cyrodiil was one of the last people anyone would want to embarrass themselves in front of. Looking about the room, Feran tried to find a modest place to sit to not appear as though he were at home in the Palace, where he was clearly not, but was too tired to care and sat down in the most comfortable looking chair in the room.