Thread:High Prince Imrahil/@comment-26210095-20170720015045/@comment-26210095-20170720161254

"No, you are, unfortunately for you, awake, and my prisoner. Please, have some pear juice." He says as a servant passes him a cool cup of it, chilled with ice. Imrahil notices that the shady tent as well as the ice-cooled refreshments are more amenities then Imrahil has had for several months on campaign.

More female servants in black sashes enter, putting a small meal in front of Veantur, as well as a cup of chilled wine. In the corner of the tent, a young woman similar in appearance to Veantur is looking at him with intent, green eyes, writing on parchment with a quill.