A figure swathed in a dark cloak that conceals blood red armor boards a ship headed for Lor, a smirk on his lips; watching the receeding image of the city of Arnax.
"Usstan inbal er'griff uss ilstar: Xun naut rin'ov vith xuil uns'aa"
He turns and heads below deck, musing the sense of deja vu he got as he boarded the vessel successfully, much unlike the last dark elf to try.