Ria awoke when the bumpy waves knocked on her noggin. Many of the passengers were moving to the top deck so naturally she followed. There she saw the endless sea halted by a streak of land just visible on the horizon. Morrowind, home of the Dunmer. She was still getting used to being somewhere other than Cyrodiil. A sense of adventure filled her veins, this is where she would find fortune. Before the ship docked Ria equipped her iron armor and sheathed her steel sword. The weight felt familiar to the seasoned warrior.
The feel of solid ground was comforting as she stepped on the unmoving earth. She should be in Seyda Neen, or she hoped she was. The entirety of the landscape, the plants, dirt, and architecture, felt alien. And truth be told, she had no idea where to begin. First things first, she should find an inn or tavern of some sort. She followed some of the other passengers, hoping they actually knew their way around.