Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140323001956/@comment-24449631-20140326192138

Knight looked around his office. The dark-red wood of the panelling in his office was especially dark at night or when his windows were closed. The windows had reinforced glass in them, and could block any attack if one would occur, even though they would've had to climb 3 floors to get to his office. His door had metal-lining and an especially complicated lock, even a master thief would have difficulties with it. Yes, some colleagues of him even call it "the safest room in the empire" but he wasn't too sure about that.

Any place could be infiltrated, with the right tools, of course. No matter how much preparation you put into it... Someone always finds a way. But hey, preparation does help.

Knight had a nummer of prized artefacts and trophies dotted around his office of which he was pretty proud.

One of those was a wooden globe of Nirn. With Tamriel smack in the middle, All of known Akavir to its right and Atmora in the North. He always liked giving it a spin. Landing his finger on a random location, chances were that he had been to the place he pointed at, which always brought back memories.

Knight looked away from his globe and saw his old Penitus Oculatus armour pinned on a pedestral. He always laughed a bit when he saw the arteficial muscle shape it had. Remembered him of the days he actually looked like that.

"Hmmm..." He sighed.

"Maybe I should smoke my pipe." he said as he put his words to the deed and pulled out his prized pipe and stuffed it with Hammerfell tobacco. he ran out of that Elsewyr stuff for the moment, and his clerk hadn't gone to the store yet.

he held the pipe in his mouth as he lit it using matches that lay on the table. He puffed as he slowly burned the tobacco that resided in the bowl. Releasing the Sentinelian vapours across the room and into his nostrils.

"You know, old boy..." Referring to himself

"I think luck is on your side today..." he said, talking to himself.