Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160801233042/@comment-5543592-20160802000912

Scire sighed, scanning the water, tapping his fingers on the wooden railing. There was so much sadness on the ship, and being able to see it didn't hurt one bit. Looking at Elis was like staring into the sun.

Speaking of, as he glanced at the rising sun, he saw something move in front of it, cast as a shadow, rapidly growing bigger.

He frowned, standing up straight, prepping for whatever it was that was going straight for him.

The Dunmer relaxed at seeing what it was-- a hawk, which swooped over the boat, and with a ruffle of feathers, landing neatly on the railing, picking at it's own wings.

He went to the cylinder attached to the bird's stomach that held the message, and popped it open. Inside, was a sealed scroll, meant for Crimson.

"Figures." Scire muttered. He pulling the scroll free, he descended down into the ship. A quick rap on the master cabin got Crimson to call him in.

The Archer was pretty much how he had three months earlier, expect perhaps he was more upbeat than he usually was, as if waging a war with everyone else's bad mood. He told no one of the betrayal in the Keshik, since it was none of their business, and he didn't want to alarm them. He'd celebrated a birthdfay on the journey, his 30th, and had some how managed to get three massive cakes made for the companionship and crew.

"A hawk just landed on the ship, with a message for you.  Oh, and we're on the coast." Scire said, entering into the large cabin, and crossing to where Crimson sat in a chair reading a book, oddly enough.

The Archer held out his hand, and Scire dropped it the scroll into it, then stepped back. Crimson broke the seal boredly, unrolled the message, and read it over.

It seemed to take him a moment to grasp what was written on it, because his eyes suddenly widened, and he just stared at the paper. It wasn't a particularly big sheet of parchment, so whatever was written on it must've been very serious, judging by Crimson's expression, and his emotions.

The Redguard was filled with shock, and fear.

"Go get me Miri.  I needta 'ave'a talk with her." Crimson said, not displaying at all how he felt. "I figure if she's gettin' married in my 'ome country, I've ought ta make up a bunch'ov customs fer her to follow."

Scire cocked his head, looking hesitant. "Everything alright?"

"'Course.  Letter just gave me an idea, is all."

Scire nodded, and then turned to head out.

"An' just Miri, Scire.  If she's with Jude, pull'er away."

The Dunmer closed the door behind him, and went in search of Miri, scanning the ship for her aura.