Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191021182359/@comment-7262318-20191021222252

Garran gripped onto the side of the bench underneath the deck, his eyes closed and his stomach churning faster than the waves outside. It felt like the whole world was being thrown around like a ragdoll, and he was beginning to have a hard time seeing straight.

He remembered now why he hated that fishing hunt in Wayrest...

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Shrava was throwing fireballs around, letting the time pass. How much longer until this boat got the isles, she wondered...

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Alvoran was down in the cargo hold, taking care of their rides. Ordinarily, Garran would be the one feeding the horses, but since Garran was having difficulty moving around right now, the former nobleman was passing out carrots and other snacks to the hungry steeds.