User:Brerose

Loredas, 13 of Sun's Height, 723 5E

Azer Callei slowly lifted his trunk up the ramp leading to the ship. He would have to move quickly, seeing as Anvil wasn't the safest place at this time of night. Azer was the last one to board Alduin's Scream, due to being stuck with the tab from The Fo'c's'le by the rest of the crew. As the young Imperial slowly moved his trunk up the ramp, an old Altmer steps up to the top of the ramp. Armion placed his hand on the left side of his head, in-which he had no eye. Nothing covered the empty eye-hole, yet, he made nothing of it. He shouted at Azer, grouchy in his tone. "Hurry up, kid! This is an important voyage and we can't spend all day waiting for some brat!". Azer did not respond verbally, but he did quickly ramp up his pushing of the trunk, causing Armion to quickly sidestep to avoid getting rammed by it. "Watch where you're going, kid!". Azer gave him no mind, slowly pushing the trunk into the living quarters of the ship, through the door, around several of the other passengers, and under his bunk. He decided to spend the rest of the time before dinner sorting his belongings.

Azer slowly finds his way into the dinner hall, late once again. The hall seats all 23 members of the crew, including himself. No one bothered to wait for him before beginning to eat, but Azer doesn't seem to mind, as he moves over to the vacant chair, across from Armion and directly in-between two crew members. PAUSE.