Stratos has plenty of stories to tell, about the customs of Breton chivalry, the festivals of the small kingdoms, of the people he's met from Hammerfell delegations to privateers to rarely-seen monks. For every question Jim asks, Stratos has one of his own about the worlds and people the space captain has met; tales the Imperial tribune has slowly gained context for over the years, until he's able to follow along with words like transporter and warp anomaly and planetary ionosphere. Well, mostly follow along.
The fall has eased off slowly over the last hour, so when they crest the hill and see lights below them through the ash-specked glass, Stratos pushes his goggles up from his eyes. There's a downhill walk through some low woodland, by the look of it, but beyond the mushroom stands are the walls of a small township, street lanterns glowing through the evening mist.
Stratos takes a moment to appreciate the sigh, sighing in relief. "Not far, now. We should purchase a meal and shelter before we explore further."
With a downhill road and newfound motivation, it won't take them long to reach the open gates (there is a guard, though he merely nods at them and Stratos doesn't find the defenses very impressive). The buildings of Selfora are mostly small, single-storey houses with roofs curved like the upturned hull of a boat. Dunmer architecture, at least here, seems to favor sharp peaks that sweep down and outward into curving points. It looks almost like a cross between Gothic and classical Japanese architecture, quite unlike either the smooth outlines of Cyrodiil or the twining patterns of Skyrim. A few people are out sweeping the ash from their doorsteps: nearly all are Dunmer, aside from one Argonian and a couple of people who look human.
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The fall has eased off slowly over the last hour, so when they crest the hill and see lights below them through the ash-specked glass, Stratos pushes his goggles up from his eyes. There's a downhill walk through some low woodland, by the look of it, but beyond the mushroom stands are the walls of a small township, street lanterns glowing through the evening mist.
Stratos takes a moment to appreciate the sigh, sighing in relief. "Not far, now. We should purchase a meal and shelter before we explore further."
With a downhill road and newfound motivation, it won't take them long to reach the open gates (there is a guard, though he merely nods at them and Stratos doesn't find the defenses very impressive). The buildings of Selfora are mostly small, single-storey houses with roofs curved like the upturned hull of a boat. Dunmer architecture, at least here, seems to favor sharp peaks that sweep down and outward into curving points. It looks almost like a cross between Gothic and classical Japanese architecture, quite unlike either the smooth outlines of Cyrodiil or the twining patterns of Skyrim. A few people are out sweeping the ash from their doorsteps: nearly all are Dunmer, aside from one Argonian and a couple of people who look human.