Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25912051-20141228180509/@comment-1592115-20150103152257

Haz, despite being under his fear that the summon might not be an honest one, he decided to recruit and greet more members himself anyway, the more friends we have, the greater the team will be, he invited Fraus into the Mare.

Haz: "greetings new ally, I'm Haz, a mage who came here to receive contracts to torture Thalmor member, be them alive, or dead, or crawling on the floor when they're my undead cattles, to be precise, yes, I'm a necromancer.... errr don't get me wrong, I don't work for Mannimarco, I work for Morokei, the Sage of Glory. Though he has no interest in mortal affair after being confronted by a Mer Archimaster named Aren, he's somehow willing to teach me his knowledge, well, me and my mentor are both interested in the same school after all, come inside, we'll speak about the summon."

Haz: "I suppose you read the contract right? Do you have any idea who read the contract? The text and writing style seems isn't from the local nor the companion, the text style is somehow... uncanny, especially in that formal manner, we Nords never use such styles to write a summoning letter, I have a feeling it might be someone who're either a member of the Winterhold College, or the worst case, a person worked for the Third Aldmeri Domainion, in short, Thalmor agents. If you have any idea, I'd like to hear about your opinion."

"Oh wait, I forgot giving you a break, I often overdid my jobs, how was you? would you like a drink?"

Somehow he held a deep regret to his rude attitude toward Frengrove, the colourless tears can be loosely seen inside his Mer-like eyes after his chatting with a new member, he didn't burst it out, for now.