Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20150813221321/@comment-25127382-20150814001010

"Enough of this arguing and bickering amongst yourselves!" Sera practically ordered. "We need a solution, not a scapegoat! Here is my plan. Since the sails have been cut, the only logical solution is to use our magic to command the seas. Whether wind or water, waves decide the course of watercraft. Are you all capable of working together without stabbing each other, at least until we reach Atmora?"

Sera focused her glance to Haldir. "Never compare me to the oldest profession again, and we should be fine." Her gaze then changed to Thrael. "And you best never say anything so prejudicial to me again, or so help it, your ancestors will not be able to protect you."

Sera closed her eyes to calm her anger down for a second. "Now, what say you all? Do you have the will to march on towards Atmora? Or would you rather die at sea? Personally, I would like to burn the face off that treacherous Dunmer who hired us, force open his throat and drown his lungs in molten lava!"