Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-7262318-20191126160710

Eventually, Garran emerged from the underdeck, shirtless and rolling his shoulders. He went over to the side of the deck, surprised at his lack of sea-sickness during this stretch back home. It helped that there was no waves throwing the ship back and forth, it seemed.

"... You know how far we are from the main-land," Garran asked Scaldor and Alvoran.

"Not sure... been on the sea for 12 days now, so I don't... Ysmir's beard, what happened to you?"

"What do you mean?" Garran asked.

Alvoran glanced towards his back, which were now adorned with claw-marks and a multitude of scratches. They had already been healed, but they were still quite visible. "Is that where the Eagle got you?"

".... Yeah, that's where the eagle got me," Garran muttered, casting his glare back out to the ocean.