Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140106204023

Rashka gazed upon the might of the White-Gold Tower. It never failed to amaze him and frighten him. He didn't knew much about history, but he knew for sure that it was made by the Elves, at least he thought he knew. He wasn't fond of the Elves. They had never harmed him personally, but if there was something he knew about history it was that his people had once been the slaves of the Dunmer. And with the recent events of the Thalmor occupation and the splitting of Elsweyr and all, they had once again found themselves under the heel of the Mer.

"Is Ertius supposed to be be meeting someone here?" he asked. "This one does not like being in the shadow of the tower. Cruel Elves built it."