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Veros was practically sleeping like a baby when he hit the shore. A loud Thwump noise was really all that was heard when he run aground. "Let me sleep a little longer!" He cried, rolling over on his little wall of wood. He rolled off the wood and face first into the sand. "Ohgmhfm Jgmhoy..." Escaped Veros' lips. [I]I'm in Cyrodill already? Uuuugh. I don't WANT to be in Cyrodill for two weeks. Curse you, Talos! - I don't mean that, really. Please, don't smite me."

Veros pushed himself up, attempting to look dignified - And walked up the Beach to the neareast Sign. "Now, lets see where i am.. Oh.. Er..." He muttered, unable to read the writing on the sign. "Bru... Bru... Um... Bruma! Okay, so i know i'm in Cyrodill now. For the love of Talos, why do i talk to myself?" He queried. Veros really did have issues - And talking to himself wasn't one of them. He had a dream that Talos had spoken to him! Bah! What a load of nonsense! If he really did, the first thing he'll see in Bruma is a Drunken Guard.

He turned and the first thing he saw was a Drunken Guard. "Oh... Joy." He muttered, a large scowl forming on his face. "What next? Lava Rain? - On second thought, i take that back."

Veros decided his first course of action would be to head to Skingrad, see if his Contacts could give him any assistance like a place to stay, and then ask around if anyone was in trouble. And with that, Veros asked nicely if he could get a Cart Ride to Skingrad - And he did. "Stupid Talos and his Stupid Cyrodill - And if you're listening and Watching me, Talos.." Veros muttered, looking up to the sky and sticking his tounge out. Truthfully, it would be a miracle if Veros ever grew up and stopped acting like a five year old.