Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131228220756/@comment-3293219-20131230211628

Xeron stepped out into his sitting area, telling Nish to wait in the hallway. One servant was enough to unnerve a man, two? It would probably scare him off.

The dunmer acted as if he had stumbled on Rowan by complete accident, doing a double take and smiling as he made his way over to him.

"Ah, another adventurer, seeking shelter from the storm?" He knew Rowan's type well, he had met a lot of them and kept in touch, it was easy, them living in a penn outside his fort.

He could see that the nord was put out by Erald's company, "Erald, why don't you make us a pott of tea?" He suggested, showing an almost unheard of kindness and understanding to his servant.

"He made it clear that he didn't want any..." Erald countered.

"Well, he won't know unless he tries it." The wizard countered back, holding his hands by his waist to prevent him from striking the fool.

Erald left after his usual bow, he went to Xeron's lab to make his 'special tea.'

"You'll have to forgive my man servant, he was kicked in the head by a horse, as a boy."