Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20170921114614/@comment-17114085-20171001183409

They sailed northeastward through the Sea of Ghosts, towards the island of Roscrea.

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During the first night at sea, Rigmor couldn't sleep. He found it incredibly hard to fall asleep on a moving ship. Closing his eyes and laying down made him a bit sick.

He was laying in a hammock in a cabin with a few of the ship's crew. He looked down at Garm, who seemed to be doing alright at sleeping on the ship.

After a while, the Nord decided to get up and grabbed his lute to play on the deck and pass the time. He walked quietly up the stairs, grabbing a fur cloak to shield from the cold northern wind.

He went up to the wheel, where Shav was steering. The crew took turns steering the ship at night, sleeping in shifts.

"Restless?" The Dunmer asked.

Rigmor nodded and sat down on a barrel near the First Mate. He strummed a few notes on his lute. "Not really used to the sea, my body dislikes it."

Shav chuckled. "Your ancestors would be ashamed. I thought Nords were supposed to have been prominent seamen. Didn't you pillage and raid elven villages for fun?"

Rigmor shrugged. "My ancestors did many terrible things, as did yours, Dark Elf."

"Aye, they did. I won't deny it." Shav said. "Never claimed to be an innocent man."

Rigmor sat there next to the Dunmer and played his lute softly.

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Hulgarth grunted. "Fine, have it your way. While I am against this, I will go with you as well. I won't let a child go off on a dangerous quest without proper help."