All aboard who's coming aboard...

OOC: I am presuming that everyone is on board and that Majvok snuck throuh in the mist and is secreted among the undead crew. He should blend right in.

As the last of them clambered on board the Dragon gave a final roar before sweeping up into the air. They watched the creature soar away while keeping a wary eye on the undead crew.

"Away anchors." The whispered command filled the air and suddenly the boat was moving away from the shore and into the mist.

Balar moved to Tiellas side and placed his hand upon her shoulder. She flinched and grew tense for a moment before noticing it was him, then she turned and smiled, placing her arms around his neck.

"I never thought I woukd see that smile again." He breathed as he drank her in.

She looked doubtful for a moment, "I was dead truly?" She asked.

"...and burried." He confirmed with a wry smile.

"Much has changed," she frowned, "and my memories are clouded."

"They will return," Balar assured her, "and nothing will harm you again I swear it."

"That is good." She replied embracing him tightly. "That is very good."