Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-2165692-20180421112444

Tyr first mate and his 4 remaining crewmates traveled towards wherever the Ogre tooth mountains were(I dunno stros m'kai, never played ESO either).

The other exile returned to the Ultima, he entered the Captain quarters and closed the door "My lord, we found a possible illegal Jarrin root trade. Should we get in on that?"

Naerion sighed "Yes, whatever law those Imperials get in place. I don't care. And I'm also done sitting in here..." he stood up and turned away from the crew member, taking off his mask for the first time in decades, he put his mask into his robes then threw on a black linen cloak, it had no visible marks, the cloaks hood he also put on, though besides Naritin, Tolinai, Nelthro and himself, no one would possibly be able to recognize his face.

"Let's go, lead me to them." Underneath his cloak, he wore the same black robes that he had always has before, notably more ragged but obviously expensive.

Jerod's boat neared Port hunding, looking just like some random fisherman, except the Nelthar mark visible on a lapel and the fact that no fisherman had ever worn what he wore. He also had a large gourd on his back and bandages on his arms and hand. He looked at the people walking by, navy ships and The Ultima. He did see Naerion but did not recognize the clever disguise of not wearing the mask as Naerion strode into town, towards the mountains.