Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190905141956/@comment-25828117-20190908225932

The sun was getting low in the west. golden orange rays finally snuck their way onto the deck as the angle allowed the light under the canopy. Where it couldn't reach, long shadows were drawn.

On the horizon the sun seemed poised to start descending into the highlands beyond the great forest.

The ship seemed to get into a more relaxed atmosphere as the pleasant vibrations of khajiiti speech filled the decks as the crew chatted and played games. A skeleton crew meanwhile, was making sure the ship wouldn't go off course. But given the reasonably calm waters of this part of lake rumare, the chances of that happening were quite slim.