"I am not blind, f'lah. Nor do I need to be told how magic works."
Nerevar's grip on his sword tightens. As he speaks, he is already taking inventory of his surroundings, as much as he can take in without allowing this Captain Hunt to leave his sight. The great window filled with the night sky in mid-morning. The stark, beige architecture entirely alien to Tamriel. The unwordly hum that seems to permeate the room. This is nowhere he knows. Why does it feel like the answer lies on the tip of his tongue?
"What I do need to know - and what you will tell me, if you value your life - is where I am, who brought me here, and where Dren is. Have I made myself understood, Captain?"
Captain. That was it. He knew the names of every ship of the Inner Sea Fleet. He hadn't heard of his vessel.
The stars in the window. His brow furrows. No, it isn't possible.
Re: Garyn Balvadares, the Nerevarine | The Elder Scrolls: Morrowind
Nerevar's grip on his sword tightens. As he speaks, he is already taking inventory of his surroundings, as much as he can take in without allowing this Captain Hunt to leave his sight. The great window filled with the night sky in mid-morning. The stark, beige architecture entirely alien to Tamriel. The unwordly hum that seems to permeate the room. This is nowhere he knows. Why does it feel like the answer lies on the tip of his tongue?
"What I do need to know - and what you will tell me, if you value your life - is where I am, who brought me here, and where Dren is. Have I made myself understood, Captain?"
Captain. That was it. He knew the names of every ship of the Inner Sea Fleet. He hadn't heard of his vessel.
The stars in the window. His brow furrows. No, it isn't possible.
"This isn't a Battlespire, is it? It can't be..."