Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20140306020948/@comment-5543592-20140322233654

The trees were bustling as the disorganized Bosmeri army mobilized.

Daithi himself was wandering around, acting like he was overseeing something important, until a much younger elf approached him.

"Here." The boy said, offering him something wrapped in cloth. Daithi took the parcel and began unwrapping it. He looked down at the beautiful Mithril mask in his hands, which had a cloth cowl attached. It was detailed to look like a Bosmeri face with tribal designs.

"What in Oblivion is this?" Asked Daithi, a little upset.

"It's for you.  One of the thanes asked me to make it for you." The boy took it back, which surprised Daithi. Things weren't normally taken from him.

"I'll get rid of it if it displeases you, my lord." The boy began to turn away but Daithi firmly turned him around.

"Give me that." He took the mask out of the boy's hands.

"Thank you." Said Daithi. "I will put it to good use."