The young man watched as the Argonian leapt out. She was right. If they didn't get out of town while the guards were running around like idiots, they would lose their chance. If the guards gave up the search, they would go back to their original posting positions, and once they were spotted, it was all for nothing.
Severus sheathed his weapon as a Mer man entered the house. He was tall he could tell. And as he spoke he sounded of High Elf origin. Though it was true that there was a swagger and egotisical nonsense about the Altmer, he knew that not all of them were stuck up idiots. And there was something appealing to this High elf.
The elf looked up and stated, "Hello, brother"
It confirmed his suspicions.
He was a fellow vampire.
The pale Nord could tell the Elf was tensing as he called forth internal strength to fend off the bloodlust. Severus didn't know how long the Elf was a vampire, or how he became one. But he understood the struggle. For no matter how long you are a vampire, you couldn't possibly deny the call of the inner bloodlust of the beast. It was bred in. For survival. And now with Ulfrics reign, everything was going to push vampires, werewolves, and even Non-Nords alike for equallity and supremacy. But vampires and werewolves didn't have much right before hand. No, they were treated like vermin, just like everything else that was mythical, or 'powerful' or 'demon-like'.
Severus cocked his head as the Altmer offered his services in helping the group. He leapt down and walked up to the tall fellow vampire. "My my, isn't this a pleasant surprise. I see a lady vampire in the pub, treated with 'pleasure' of curtisey... fiesty she was at that. And now... You..." Severus raised his head and looked the Altmer vampire in the eyes.
For one to maintain ones lust for blood with young ones around was telling something. It was also another thing to offer up help in escape. Or one to travel with. He looked over to were the Khajiit cubs were hiding, along with their bigger sister. He remembered a time in his youth were he had to thrive off the land, make weapons out of sticks, nearly losing head to a Saber Cat. He soon liked the creatures. So much so he thought he could tame one as a pet. But he thought against it. It was born in the wild. And was meant to stay that way.
Severus looked at the fellow vampire and merely stated, "Very well, you have my attention... However..." He took a pause, thinking about what he was about to do, and hardly believing it. "The cubs, and the little Khajiit female, come with us.. And no, they will not be cattle. I hope, that you understand that." He slowly walked over to the barrel in which the cats were hiding in. He rose his voice, not to scare them, but to insure he had the desired affect. Authority and trust. "As for you all in that cute little hiding place of yours, unless you like to tangle with guards for the rest of your life, I suggest you come along. And as I said..." He looked at his fellow creature of the night for clearification, "You will not but harmed.." He looked at the barrel again. But he wasn't expecting an answer as he continued. His arms crossed over his chest. "I'm not going to wait all day. True... I'm not exactly... The father type, NOR do I like children to the extreme. However.." He took a breath, still not believing what he was doing, or why or how he was making this decision. It felt as if this was what he was guided into doing. "I know what it was like. Being out on your own. No food. Water. Shelter. Pitiful isn't it? To have the ability to think like another race, feel, like another race. And yet no respect. Pitiful, isn't it?" He didn't wait for a response again. "So this is your chance. Take it or leave it. Though I think the guards might get restless after a while." He smirked under his hood as he found a corner to sit in and sat down, waiting for the decision to be made.
He also wondered what was happening to a certain female vampire. Two to be exact. Serana, and the one he met at the pub.