Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180520133420

Zakhim led them down to the basement of the estate, where the warehouse was located. He then leaned himself on the nearest wall, as he was getting quite fatigued from bleeding out, and pulled out a key to hand to the Bone Masks. "The key to unlock the warehouse."

Shav sat at the bar and an elderly Argonian walked up to him. His worn and faded scales showed his age and his scars showed his background.

The former mercenary looked Shav over. "I had heard that the Brinehammer was back in town. How long has it been, Shav?"

"Skaal-ti, it's been over a year since I was last here." The Dunmer replied. "How you've been?"

"Not much has changed, just getting older. My eyes aren't what they used to be and my legs are starting to give in. You elves have it so easy, living for centuries." Skaal-ti complained. "So, what brings you here?"

"We're actually looking for new sailors." Shav replied.

"Oh, we? Did old Alesan here too?" The Argonian asked.

Shav frowned. "Oh, you must not have heard. Alesan passed away some time ago."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Skaal-ti muttered. He sighed, then asked. "So, are you the new Captain then?"

The Dunmer shook his head. "The ship's new captain is Alesan's son. He's young and inexperienced, but I see quite a bit of potential in him. He's got that spark in his eyes."

"He's also about to get a boot up his ass." Skaal-ti gestured over to Lhotun.