Elyrsk - NeusThe cold of the north had truly settled over the last few days. An incessant bite and chill that seemed to reach into ones very bones.
Luthen loved it.
For years he had languished in a cell scorched by the sun. Even at night the bricks had nearly too hot to touch, and during the summer days his skin had been scorched. This was a pleasant change in regards to that. Decades of heat finally being washed away by nights which left even the ocean as pieces of broken eyes. The journey had been a long one, with only a distant portal stone allowing them to cut some of the journey short.
His companions had traveled him without complaint...at least mostly. One of them seemed never to quite be able to shut up, though notably it was almost with some joke or jape about someone else's last words. Almost as if he couldn't stand things going quiet.
Something Luthen could not relate to.
After a moment more of staring at the fjords ahead, the Dreadlord slowly pulled himself away from the front of the ship and took a few short steps to where some of the others had gathered. The Anirian Sailors around them moved with the precision their Navy was known for, though now bundled in thick coats. When we arrive I would ask that one of you acts as my translator.
His fingers quickly flickered in the exacting Dreadlord Handsigns that they were all taught. It was the only language that he could communicate in safely, and he had his doubts that the people of Elsyrk, or Neus at large would have bothered learning any kind of sign language. Despite that though, he still wanted a voice on this trip, and he would have to rely on one of his companions.
Preferably, one of the Initiates. Though he did not want to force any into the chore. Please.
He added with a smile, remembering his manners.