JessicaMalatori

______/// Tide The fishing boat bobbed back and forth, milky skies turning knotted and gray like the old man's beard. The wind had picked up, sending the sea birds squawking in plight back to their nests. Through aged eyes the old man watched as the sky was enveloped by storm clouds. He knew the skies and the waters well, just like an old friend that had grown up beside him through the years. He bit his lip as he worked; the taste of the sea salt as delicious as the first time. The muscles in his arms pulsed as he pulled the long rope up from the depths, strong but weary in his old age. The sea had proven to be all he needed, and it had allo

____///Falanu’s Folly Paranoia was ripe indeed as Glarthir made his way through the streets, studying every pedestrian and guard he passed with squinted, cautious eyes. With uneasy steps, he made his way past the Fighter’s Guild and the Mage’s Guild, coming to a halt in front of the newly established and only decent alchemical store in town, besides Sinderion. Though he was not one for the arcane, he knew a good source of information when he saw one. Falanu Hlaalu, her name said it all; an obvious tie to the grandiose House Hlaalu of Vvardenfell, and maybe something more. He, ever vigilant, had heard the many rumors of her ar