Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20171121012820/@comment-25828117-20171125235104

Irasil sighed, this Nightingale business could wait; he needed some fresh air.

The dark elf wandered back into the wooden passageways that led to the stairs so he could get back on deck.

For a brief moment he was alone with his thoughts as he walked back. In truth he cared little for these people that shared his fate. He would get out, one way or another.

As daylight met his face again he noticed it had gotten noticably foggier than when he went down with the others. Fittingly haunting for the island ahead. Perhaps it was the result of a spell or curse, there was no way to tell. Thalmor were usually a nuanced, unpredictable lot.

"By Azura. Did it get cold all of a sudden." the bookshop owner noted out loud as he tightened his collar around his neck to keep the chilly breeze from getting through.