» Thu May 03, 2012 11:03 am The argonian limped back into a hunched position, he followed suit with his scaled brow forming into what could be described as a look of surprise. As he
was now convinced of their intent and thus backed away. "Ah, well, I heard from the inn about a civilian's death on the road recently." "I'm deeply
sorry about this, uh, little clover, for as you can see.." "Well, I thought you two were the very bandits that I had heard about.. in the inn."
He stumbled for speech, a flash of memories came into his mind..
' "Stop! stop! don't hurt him! don't hurt my father!" "the spear is headless; but is it rusted or lost?" "are you alright? Clover? where is your papa?" '
The argonian dainted for a moment or two, day dreaming hazily thoughts from the Hist's whisper. But, suddenly he regained consciousness and shrugged.
"I am.. huhmmm.. sorry.. Alguidar, is it? didn't mean that. Well.. not for you, you." He searched his satchel and placed ten gold on the table.
Jormaw brokered into conversation once more "This is for the trouble that I didn't mean to make." He backed away, allowing his offer to simmer tensions.
