~Lyssandra Al'Daragon~
The Dunmer had been one of the inhabitants on the boat, keeping herself low key as possible. However being in a boat with a bunch of travelers and beings of all races and aims it was kind of hard to be low key as it was rather strange as everyone seemed unique and mysterious in their own ways. Being in the back interior of the boat she was contemplaing and wondering on the words her guardian had told her years ago. An artifact to be retrieved from the lands of the Shivering Isles - retirve it and eliminate it. Those were the words that escaped his lips before the last traces of life escaped his body. Just thinking about him caused her to well up however she shut her eyes and opened them, not letting her tears escape. Her hands were absent-mindedly clutching her locket containing his ashes she muttered "Don't worry Papa, I will accomplish what you ask of me..." her voice trailed off "...if only I knew what it was."
She was quite lost in her thoughts until a sudden halt almost caused her to stumble, grasping her pouch she ran out of the interior to see what had been going down on deck. Being greeted by a towering water icicle circling the ship which almost distracted her from the real problem. Her jaw dropped just lightly as she took notice of the giant serpents and the inhabitant on her back as she joined what seemed to be a crew - elves as well. "What in the actual.... is going on here? What'a the interference?" She inquired, hopes of getting an actual answer.