OOC: I'll wait until the next thread comes up before I start posting.

((Lol jonas, Dantes a Dunmer bro. XD But i'll post a responce anyways you can edit the dunmer in ))

IC:

Dante looked up at the man and smirked with the thought of oppertunity and possibly a chance to fight something worthy. He couldn't reveal who he actually was yet, it would be to easy. He needed trust on his side first. His instinct now made him hold his hands at his sides where his blades were, but without the feel of their hilts he crossed his arms. "If the pay is good, then I guess I can't turn away from an oppertunity, especially when I have somewhat of a death in the other direction." Again his hans tried to find their swords, he looked down at his empty belt. "I would need my swords though, I feel completely naked without them." He almost let a growl loose but he held it back. No one touched his blades without loosing a limb, or life.

Fara listened Dras recruit the alleged thief, keeping a straight face to keep her feeling to herself. I can't believe he's picking that gonk without even asking a question. Even if it's obvious he's not th small-time thief he hopes we're stupid enough to mistake him for. But I guess he 's got the absolute best recommendation : he's a dunmer. This makes him automatically better, at least in these moronic bigots's minds... But Boros has it right on one count : we're wasting time that could be used to deal with Dralliam.

She made a gesture to indicate Dralliam's crony, noting his skin was even more ashen than usual for a dunmer. Not so funny when you're the one to be bullyed isn't it ?. "It's not as if we had the whole day ? either you kill this moron or you put him under wrap for Drothan, but do it quick. The sooner we take care of Dralliam and the rest of his buddies the better."

Shepherd decided that it was time to go.

Drawing his short sword, he pushed through the crowd and wrapped his arm around the Ashlander spy's neck, pressing the blade to his throat so that a trickle of blood ran into the course groves of the chitin. "We're going to go see the boss now, brother. You would do well to cooperate and not make a fuss," He whispered gently into the mer's ear, "Maybe Drothan will let me kill you quickly when all this is over if you play nice."

As he moved with his prisoner toward the door, he looked at the others, smiling wickedly, "I'm going to make this little pig squeal before the master, anyone who still wants to come along is welcome." He pointed at the dunmer thief that the guards had brought in, "But maybe one or two of you should take our new friend there and scout out Dralliam's place before the rest of the mob brings him to task, hmmm?"

He looked around the room, his eyes falling on the Khajiit who had boldly taken a swipe at the ashlander before, "Slave, you're with me. The master may reward us both when we bring this traitor to him." In truth, he could care less whether the beast came along, but he seemed eager enough to help and Shepherd could use an extra set of hands to keep this fetcher in line.

Shepherd shuffled out the door with his charge, without waiting for anyone to speak, any who wanted to come along would do so, he was sure.