Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160626032211/@comment-5583506-20160630004137

"The Nexus is a big place, mister Geralt", explained Lyneas. "It lies underground, it has tunnels stretching for miles, and it lies all shrouded in darkness, not to mention that the place lies entirely isolated from civilization. In short: once we get there, we are on our own. I am just saying that a place like the Nexus could..." The Dunmer slightly cocked his head. "... change people. Be prepared for the unexpected to happen, and when it does happen, be sure where you have those you would call allies." Lyneas glanced to the side. "And where you have your enemies."

"Aye", said captain Morvayn. "Honestly, I doubt we will find naught but bones and ash, but at least this might bring some closure to this whole ordeal. I am needed elsewhere."

The captain watched as several more people from the company rolled countless of barrels and carried crates on his side. A young Dunmer woman with a crate in her arms wandered past the captain before tripping and collapsing to the deck, spilling the contents of the crate out in the open for Kay to behold.

Grenades... All in black. An entire arsenal. Plenty enough to blow a bigger structure to pieces.

The woman shifted her gaze anxiously between the content and the captain.

Morvayn observed her bitterly. "Are you trying to put us all to the bottom of the sea?" he said coldly after a moment of awkward silence. "Pick. That. Up."

The man then nonchalantly walked past the young woman who desperately began to put the grenades back into the crate.