Board Thread:Non-TES Roleplaying/@comment-19164168-20180526065859/@comment-24530992-20180527131428

The small boat bobbed lightly across the rolling waves, entering the proximity of the Dunwall port. Inside were two men- one with a scraggly, almost pathetic look, caked in dirt from head to toe, and the other dressed in a lush velvet suit with a weary face and a prudent demeanor. The former seemed to be guiding the boat, while the other fumbled for a cigar and a lighter hidden in his coat pocket.

"You ready, Vacio? Things don't look too good here, either..." The pilot pointed out. The passenger simply shrugged.

"Karnaca was doomed to fail after the Kaldwins stepped down from power," Vacio pointed out, struggling to light the damp cigar sticking from his mouth. "At least Dunwall doesn't shove all its citizens that can't afford jack shit into a place full of dust and metal shards that tear your lungs up from the inside out."

The pilot frowned, but nodded. "I do suppose you're right. Nonetheless, Mr. Torvela, good luck getting around. The empire is in a dark place right now."

Vacio eased the boat into the dock using his hands. He stepped out after grabbing his belongings from the boat, then waiting for some sort of official to greet him.