Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-10906938-20140918013054

Celanar was mad for two primary reasons:

His chestpiece was ruined

Anaril's face was not ruined

Sure, it had been sweet to stick the dagger into his chest, but he knew the mer could easily recover from that. He was also concerned about the comments about his and Galadir's mother. He knew he had little reason to fear what they might do to her-- he was nigh certain she had been thrown into an unmarked grave (hopefully that and not a river, canal, or gutter) decades ago. But some information about who she might be had been mentioned by one of the few contacts he hadn't cut ties with. There was a specific reason for that. He knew he could trust him or her (After all, I have to protect his/her identity. You never know who might read this) Celanar knew he couldn't bring it up to his brother. Not with the few details he had pieced together.

After a medium-sized search, he had found an Imperial smith that seemed apt enough to mend the rend. Celanar didn't mind paying extra to be certain he would receive quality service. After all, gold would not be of any help if he had to face more Thalmor.