Summerset Isle

Do'Khaj walked briskly towards to docks, now wearing his armour, and with a small satchel slung across his right shoulder filled with food, drink and potions. It appeared that Do'Khaj was the last to arrive, Atalil, two other Altmer and a Bosmer were already waiting.
"Ah, you've finally turned up." Atalil smiled, but at the same time showing his annoyance, "I was worried that you'd been killed in some foolish attempt to free your family."
"If only I were so lucky." Do'Khaj hissed.
Atalil frowned, but didn't respond to Do'Khaj. Instead, he turned to one of the other Altmer, the male.
"Nirrarien, I'm putting you in charge of these three, since you're the most senior member of this expedition." Atalil told him, "Don't dissapoint me."
Next, he turned to the Bosmer.
"Elevaini, be safe, all right?" Atalil asked feverishly, obivously having second thoughts about allowing her on the expedition.
Finally, he turned to the other Altmer.
"I'm looking forward to hearing of how you perform on this expedition." Atalil grinned, "You'd better live up to what I've heard about you."
Just as they were about to board the ship, Atalil stopped them.
"Oh, and one more thing." He began, "You'll be meeting another comrade in Black Marsh."

Once the ship had left port, Do'Khaj stood at the ship's bow, looking into the sea beneath him. He was disinclined to go and talk to the others on the expedition, since they all seemed to be on good terms with Atalil, and people like that weren't the people Do'Khaj wanted to journey with.