Post by Levedara on Mar 19, 2010 18:35:26 GMT -5
A woman in a stately white dress, accompanied by a man in blue and silver armour, approach the gates to the enclave. Her arms glitter with golden scales, and the large wings drift from her back speak easily of her draconic heritage.
They proceed quietly to the Standing Stone inn where the woman slides a sealed letter across the bar, pinning it with her long ivory white nails.
"Hullo Sir. I'd like to leave this letter for Ma'am Sharteel. It's a bit important really, if you don't mind. Should Ambassador Kethoth sir come by first, I'd appreciate if you could inquire with him as to if he'd mind seeing it to her if it isn't a trouble."
The woman fishes a generous handful of lions out of a pocket on her belt and places it atop the letter.
"Thanks really"
The pair leave again.
// PMs Sent.
They proceed quietly to the Standing Stone inn where the woman slides a sealed letter across the bar, pinning it with her long ivory white nails.
"Hullo Sir. I'd like to leave this letter for Ma'am Sharteel. It's a bit important really, if you don't mind. Should Ambassador Kethoth sir come by first, I'd appreciate if you could inquire with him as to if he'd mind seeing it to her if it isn't a trouble."
The woman fishes a generous handful of lions out of a pocket on her belt and places it atop the letter.
"Thanks really"
The pair leave again.
// PMs Sent.