Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160618002914/@comment-24736819-20160619184057

(Huh?)

Rakhr could barely breathe once he got to the tavern and his sight was beginning to blur. The redguard did his best to spot his companions, but it seemed like the place was on fire, some kind of celebration it seemed.

Rakhr didn't knew that the reason for such a crowd at the tavern was the fact that High King Perien called arms and some of those men were drinking themselves to numbness, either celebrating the incoming battle or drowning their pain away. Luckily enough, Azaron was not the kind to get blindly drunk and as soon as Rakhr barged in, the dunmer spotted him.

"Rakhr, my friend! Join us! Drink!", he welcomed the redguard with his armswide open.

...

Back at the docks, the crowd silently stared at the vessel while the guards searched it. Fiandrael had her fists clenched, apprehensive about what might happen... Balin could not touch land or her vision could eventually come true.

The Prince of Farrun patiently awaited inside the ship's sickbay, hoping that the Overseer would not look into it and trying to listen to the intruders' footsteps. The wooden boards' creak was a blessing to Balin, since it made a lot easier to guess where each of the guards was.