A sharp thump virbated the ship as it made contact with the port. From here, Auriel could see the Tongue-Prince standing in rank-and-file formation, his troops all armored in bright orange armor that glinted even in the darkness.
Impressive...
After the boarding plank had been tossed from the ship to the docks, Auriel's guard, along with three robed Altmer mages, made their way off the ship, Auriel being close behind them. She gave the Captain a subtle nod to ease his mind. He smiled in return and began issuing orders to remove supplies from the vessel.
As Auriel neared the short Bosmer, she blushed and bowed courteously.
"I am Lady Monathir, master wizard of The Palm -- servitors of ex-Chancellor Ocato. I stand before you today in hopes of restoring peace between the Altmer and Bosmer. I'm afraid formalities would be a waste of time Tongue-Prince. The Altmer are divided. Without some reason for inspiration, I fear the Isles will crumble. We need the Bosmer. If you've already made up your mind, then make it clear this is so. I mean no disrespect young Prince, but I cannot waste time. Should you accept, we will willingly offer a gift of peace. If not, we will take it elsewhere." Auriel concluded sternly.
She was proud of herself for being so direct. Still, she hadn't intended to sound rude if it seemed so.
I can't waste time.