"You ask for my assistance," Rashir said his voice deep with slight Dunmer and Nordic tongues.
"You have to help me," Serana said.
Rashir closed his eyes for a second and then opened them again, he took a slight breathe before turning to Serana.
"I do not have to help you, I'm not obligated to. To many people come up to me and believe they are entitled to live, entitled to be assisted, entitled to my services. I walk these roads and people ask me to take my time of my life to save theirs. You are not important," Rashir said, "What is important is what is strapped to your back. No one cares who you are. You are merely a sacrifice. If I fail, you die, and they take what is truly important."
"But the recognition..." Serana began.
"Now you're being an idiot," Rashir paused, "I do not care for fame and recognition. I slay dragons because I have no other choice, the flying vultures come out of nowhere. I only defend myself. And their deaths benefit my life."
"I..."
"You think you can bat your "pretty" eyelashes at everyone and they will succumb to you," Rashir pauses, "But I have no care for it. If I wanted to, though you have given me no reason, I could cut you down and slice your neck before you could blink. Before the sun could even reach you and burn your flesh. I suggest you do not give me a reason to do so."
"I..never been threatened like that before,"
"It is not a threat," Rashir said, "A warning. A threat no. Now for the rest of this trip let us not talk. I need to focus."