Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24366541-20140510180859/@comment-3293219-20140511134307

Corrira sat at his desk, a large oak piece of furniture, which was almost as old as he was. The Altmer had a thing for antique furniture, especially Cyrodiilic and some nordic antiques, he loved the lands of Cyrodiil and Skyrim, thinking them of them like one would think of the rain forest, vast and beautifal but full of hostile wildlife. He continued scribbing along a piece of parchment as Aerin appeared before him, he didn't look at her, until he had finished as he hadn't summoned her here...

The Altmer then paused as he reached the end of his setence and dropped the quill into the ink pot before looking up at the intrusive Bosmer.

"Did I call you here?" He asked, in confusion.