Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150215004500/@comment-29559990-20150216023236

"Quiet." The small elf in the corner spoke to Sigmund.

Soon enough, however, the swaying of the boat died down a bit, and there was a bit of shouting above the deck. This was followed by the sound of feet shuffling across the wooden deck. The shuffling noises began to increase in volume, seemingly drawing nearer.

Soon, the single door in the small room opened and a large and bulky Altmer walked in. He donned a set of guilded elven armor, but it was almost as black as the night. On his back was a massive axe, looking sharp enough to cut through ebony. He did not have the face of a rugged lieutenant, however. It was extremely well-groomed and clean, with no scars.

"Get up. All of you!" He barked.