Velid stood behind at the front of the rest of the group, but behind Bruynzeel, as the Khajiit addressed the intruder. The Bosmer kept his weapon pointed at the assassin at all times, as he was not very trusting when it came to criminals. He stifled a laugh when the man threatened Bruynzeel, then insulted him with a nickname. Who does he think he is? thought Velid. Bruynzeel will tear him to shreds if he keeps up like this! Velid began listening quite closely as the man, now introduced as Esset, began to get serious. First off, he said that he had invaded the keep before. Somehow, Velid doubted that.
Next, Esset mentioned his fee. Five hundred septims. Velid was not sure if that would seem a fair price to Edwyn, but no one said anything about it, so Velid just assumed it was fine. Some odd banter about spiders followed, to which Velid only half-listened. He was busy contemplating the morals of this venture. Sure, I'm going to save a man's wife, but being assisted by a criminal? And an assassin, no less! thought the Bosmer. I wonder if I should report him to my superiors after this venture, or if honor forces me to let him free for assisting us... Why does life have to be so confusing?
Velid groaned to himself and looked up at the two again. Then, he looked down to see Bruynzeel drawing some kind of map in the mud. The Khajiit stood up and tossed his drawing utensil, a twig, at Esset. Esset caught it, then reffered to Bruynzeel as "Bru" again. He quickly remedied his slip-up, and returned to speaking. Esset began talking about entrances and other such things, sounding as if he was certain that nothing at all could go wrong with him alongside us. Bruynzeel replied, speaking about how he would've preferred to have entered some other way or something of that sort. It was all too technical for Velid, who may have been clever, but was never really interested in strategy. He was a loyal follower, not a leader.
Esset soon began insulting the fighting skills of Leilani, who appeared angry. Bruynzeel ran to Leilani's defense, calling her the sneakiest of the entire group. Velid wasn't sure of this, but he had only known her for a day, and in that time he had had little to no socialization with her. Bruynzeel walked off, becoming obscured by the throng of people packed like sardines. Which, of course, was a simile that none of the party members would ever get. Velid, meanwhile, walked up to the newcomer. "What might you be doing out here, assassin?", asked Velid. He pronounced the last word distastefully, as if he had just eaten a strip of rotten skeever flesh. "I am an Imperial soldier. Who's to say I don't report you to my superiors?"
(Sorry if any of this seems dumb, my writing can get quite sloppy at night.)
