Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20140411014902/@comment-5735114-20140412232828

Tyranil, not succeeding in finding a quiet place in the city, retreated to his own ship. Now nestled comfortably between two much larger vessles, the Black Death was hardly even visible. Within the small crew's quarters, Tyranil was turning over a Septim in his hand, before throwing it at a wall.

"Pointless!"