Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160602184114/@comment-5583506-20160621195343

The young Ashlander woman didn't reply back, but simply looked at Kay the way she would have looked at a fly on the wall.

"She... doesn't speak the common tongue, I am afraid", said Lyneas. "Relvyna here only speaks in the old Dunmeri language used by the Ashlander tribes. But she is a good guide, I can assure you. You will of course have an interpreter with you on this journey, along with some men to keep you safe."

Lyneas snapped with his fingers and from the shadows behind him a tall and elderly Dunmer emerged, fully clad in bonemold armor and wearing his helmet underneath his right arm. His face was hard and stern with a bushy beard tied into a knot.

"Pleasure to meet you, Investigator", said the man with a smoky voice, like two grindstones scraping against each other. "Name is captain Morvayn. It is me and my mens' duty to keep your people safe during the travel, as well as during your investigation."

"As you see, you are in good hands", assured Lyneas and snapped with his fingers again, expecting the silver-haired Breton standing in the background to approach.

"No", said Anhjari. "Can't stand the taste, to be frank. I'd rather have some sort of juice, tea or lemonade, but I doubt that they sell those kind of drinks around here."

"Very well then", said Sibern with a firm nod, instead approaching the bar where he found Claudia sitting. "You up for this assignment?" he sighed as he sat down.