Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140331220702/@comment-24449631-20140401191821

Plato looked out of the window from his study. He saw an airship arrive from the north-east.

"Huh... Seems a lot of airship travel happens these days." He said to himself.

The craftsmenship of the one in the distance was pretty neat though. It seemed to have been decorated with Hammerfellian motifs... If he wasn't mistaking.

"ah... No matter." he then turned back to his desk and picked up the vacancies he had written, he had to deliver these to the Black Horse Courier. Lucky for him every city in the Empire, (not just Cyrodiil) Had an office.

The one of Leyawiin was just outside the old walls, near the factories of Leyawiin. probably because they also had a printing press down there. It didn't really matter though, it was still a stone's throw away from the College. The building of the college used to be the mages guild of Leyawiin, though it had extentions built at the southern parts, for the classrooms and offices of the Professors.

Plato left his office and almost bumped into that Imperial woman...

''What was her name again? Xerxes... Probably an Alias though.''

"Oh, Akatosh! I'm so sorry" Plato said, even though they didn't even bump into each other.