The bells around the town begin to toll as the gulls call out circling overhead. Kyra hefts her big leather pack higher onto her shoulder and takes the stairs down the long line of ships along the port of Windhelm. She looks at the ships until she finds the one that was described to her. Kyra walks down a few steps and along the walkway.

"Looking for passage young lady?" An unshaven Nord looks up from knotting a fishing net.

"Captain Salt-Sage?"

"That's me." Another man from near the aft calls out, Kyra steps onto the boat and drops her bag with a thud.

"Looking for passage?"

"Yeah, north."

"Two hundred and fifty septims." Kyra drops a coin purse in his hand.

"Say you look familiar. What's your name?"

"Kyra, and I guess I just have one of those faces."

**Thanks to everyone who took the time to go on this adventure with me. I enjoyed every moment, and I hope you did too. On that note if you wanted more, be sure to read the next installment of the Kyra Chapters. "From Solstheim with Love."