Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24218133-20140609182608/@comment-5735114-20140610003451

Angel was now riding a horse through Summerset, on his way to a pier. Instead of being clad in his preferred robes, the Altmer was wearing grimy work clothes, hardly worthy for someone of his position. Even the poor man who sold it to him was eager to get rid of it.

Sighing as the rough cotton scraped against his skin, Angel reminded himself that this was a necessary evil and would help the Dominion and its King. He still preferred his robes.