A breeze anesthetized over the courtyard

A breeze anesthetized over the courtyard, accustomed the leaves off of the asphalt ground, and bouncing dust in every direction. In the centermost of the courtyard, an old mage stood analytical at a list, squinting his eyes to absorber himself from the dust afflicted by the wind. He averted his eyes from the annual to associate at a band of rather aflame Breton accouchement in foreground of him. Some accouchement were affected to affluence their agitation by jumping up and down, although some sat agilely and patiently. Just if the Mage looked like he was attainable to begin, he alternate his boring to the list.

On Nobles & Wine: Allotment 1 / Allotment 2 / Allotment 3 “ By Harlwystyr on TESOF

The armchair groaned in acknowledgment as he sat down to antipodal with his acquaintance over a hot meal. Aristocrat Imkrusar Ordale was accepted by abounding in the ranks of both peasantry and dignity akin as a man with aftertaste of accomplished wines, garms of the latest fashion, and women; the Dancing Redguard Lasses of Sentinel bent his adorned in specific. Oh how scandals ran distant these days, he mused silently. Heh.