I don't know what day it is.
I awoke after a nightmare of what I imagine the planes of oblivion to look like, a disembodied voice shouting at me like a scripture or sermon, telling me I am being watched, demanding I enact its will on the dreamscape that lay before me. Jiub shook me awake, bless him. I feel silly admitting that his scarred countenance scared me when I first met him.
The boat was finally mostly motionless for once, and my stomach lay now-unfamiliarly still. We had arrived, where I did not yet know. The guards escorted me above deck, and my first sight was
another guard, truthfully, but beyond him! A real silt-strider!- Much larger than I had imagined. I am in Morrowind! Vvardenfel, precisely. Were I truly free or my situation less dire, I would be excited.
More on that: I was ushered into a census office, where I filled out some paperwork, was handed my release form, which indicated that my release was sanctioned by Uriel VII himself - right. Likely Barrus has more hefty political weight than I imagined and this is all some bizarre ego trip.
Perhaps somebody with more political weight is manipulating