An elite warrior in gorgeous gear stood by the Raven Rock, leaning against it with his back. The guards here were on top, not at all like the guards of Skyrim. The man stood silently, slowly and carefully surveying his surroundings. Noticing a lone traveler, clearly not from here, he snorted softly, frowning; this person does not belong here.

"If you need to go to Vvardenfell, consider yourself unlucky. Ships don't go there anymore."

Dargur muttered, assuming that this was what the traveler had come for.