Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140923020743/@comment-5543592-20140924022020

(No, just typing.)

Several meters up...

Valuril stuck her head into Daithi's chambers. He was hunched over a table with a map of Valenwood on it. All over the map were seemingly random drawings and scribbles. He was dressed in fancy blue robes and mumbling things to himself like, "No, no, that won't work..."

"They're here."

Daithi looked up. "Good." He gripped the staff and leaned on it, using it to lift himself to his feet. The staff slipped and he almost stumbled.

Valuril rushed forward. "Are you-"

"I'm fine!" Snapped Daithi. The king stood up straight. He was tall for a Bosmer, just under six feet, which was because he was actually half Altmer, a result of his mixed heritage. His mother, Celia Camoran, the last Camoran at the time, had been almost completely Altmer. It was his father. His voice leveled out again, "I'll see myself down to them."