Falin nodded, pulling her hood back over her horns. "My bow is enough for me."

'Everyone grab some food and drink for the journey. I have no need for such things.' I walk toward the beach to enjoy what will be my last bit of peace for a while.

Falin hesitated slightly, before moving to stand beside him.

'Does Y'ffre speak of what is coming?'

(For some reason Yol's account is not working at the moment, for now I will take control of Makor.)

"Is it ok if I brought this?"

I take out a small flask of the Valenwood water.

"I took a small sample just in case."

I nod, 'Just be careful.'

"I will."

I decide to bring my scythe and lightweight armour.

Falin let out a quiet breath, "Y'ffre has allowed the Green Pact to be suspended. Eating the flesh of one of the fallen will lead to you being taken as well." Falin looked at Sauriil worridly, "Y'ffre showed me what will happen if this cannot be stopped. Valenwood will fall and the Bosmer will return to the Ooze. Just formless, mindless, things."

I take in a deep breath, feeling the sand under my feet, the air on my skin and the rotten smell of Darkness. My head begins to split open in pain. I fall onto my knees and I am overwhelmed with images of bodies and a Akatosh saying:

One will not return.

I stood on my knees completely shocked. I repeated slowly, 'One . . . will not return.'

(I am the new Yol! Well now the stinky cheese)

Makor brings his regular armor (which looks like this, minus the helmet) and Volendrung. 

Falin was silent, watching the sun sink into the horizon.

I snap back into reality. 'We need to leave soon. Falin help me push the boat.' Once we push the boat into the water I hold it in place, via telekinesis.

Falin climbed into the boat and waited for the others.