Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20140829223802/@comment-5583506-20140831222410

(Alright, fixed it and added a little. I think of him almost like Maester Aemon in ASOIAF, old, wise and kind.)

Ran'Jinro walked down the hallway of the council chambers and admired the artwork. It saddened him a little that the years had taken so much from him. His sight wasn't all what it used to be and therefore he found it hard to truly appreciate the craftmanship behind the art.

"What am I thinking?" he muttered quietly to himself. "I have been watching this piece of art for almost thirty years now."

"Uhm, Master?" A young Nord woman carefully pulled at his robe.

"Ah, young Kyrie", he exclaimed with a smile. "Sorry, my dear, I didn't see you there."

"It is quite alright, Master", she replied. "I was just wondering if you would have a moment to watch me spar with Belindie?"

He nodded. "Well, of course. I shall watch you both for a moment, but then I must be off. I just remembered something important I was supposed to do."