Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-25828117-20191022201647

Nemicus called on his crew to prepare.

The ship's sails were brought down one by one and then, finally. The ship arrived just as the first golden rays of the morning extended from the horizon behind them.

The gangplank was extended and up walked three high elves. Two guards in golden armor with sharp facial features, this faces as expressionless as stone.

The mer they were accompanying was an official, that much was obvious even before he opened his mouth.

"You have the pleasure of addressing Ciramar Lentheril, Master of Harbour Matters in the city of Shimmerene. State the nature of your visit, Captain. I trust I do not have to explain to you the details of our closed border policy." It was as if they reveled in the officiousness of it all. Though revel was perhaps not the right word. Like his escort the elf was the model of professionalism. He kept his hands behind his back and stood straight up, towering well above most humans.

Helian regarded the elves with awe.

"I have brought visitors to your shores." Nemicus told the elf.

"Visitors? Preposterous! Why not a single golden eagle signature has been sent out that I have knowledge of!" And by the way he said that, it seemed he made it his business to know each and everyone that did get sent out.