TheArgonianDrell
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The brawl, like most, started with a disagreement between a large nord and a one eyes redguard man who'd been playing a game of chance moments before. The redguard was fast, Argus had to admit, escaping the nord even as the man threw a massive fist at him. Then the argonian assassin had to focus on his own predicament, as a man brandishing a broken mead bottle blundered towards him. His khajiit companion had already taken down one of the drunks.
Argus was in his element, despite the longer ranged staff he generally used. The assassins hands moved quickly, disarming the man by twisting his wrist. Not giving the human a chance to react and perhaps reach for a more dangerous weapon, Argus struck him in the solar plexus, blasting the air from his lungs, and then landed a second blow against his torso, knocking the nord off balance and sending him tumbling backwards over an abandoned chair. With the immediate danger of being stabbed gone, he took a moment to look around. Mere seconds later, a blast of noise and light, what Argus presumed to be magical in nature, announced a new comer. A dark armoured imperial woman, with a no nonsense though not necessarily unpleasant attitude, she spoke, cautioning against any further misbehaviour. Her point made, she took a seat and signaled for refreshments.
Intrigued, Argus made to join her, but before he could take more than two steps, an official looking man stepped inside, took a look at the minor devastation of the inns' first floor, and called all adventurers to the jarls' palace. Deciding to speak to the woman later, the argonian instead followed the high elf mage out into the cloudy afternoon turning towards evening. The one eyed redgaurd, Argus noted, lingered, and he found himself wondering if the man had the best intentions. However he did not want to miss what the jarl had to announce, and he doubted the man would be pleased to be kept waiting. As the group made their way up the stairs to the doors of dragonsreach, they were joined by a pair of masked individuals, a slender female, and an axe wielding male, both, as far as he could tell, were human. The man fell in with the rest, while the woman avoided the stairs in favour of scaling the rocks that dragonsreach sat upon.
The dark clad woman, Elspeth, reached the top first, and offered her hand to the climber. She her assistance was ignored, and Argus reached the pair in time to hear the masked woman speak "What makes you assume I was sneaking?" It didn't seem like she was being intentionally confrontational, but there was little camaraderie in her voice. It was rough,though distinctly feminine,as if she didn't speak much.Argus set the butt of his staff on the cobblestone path leading to the double doors of dragonsreach. It connected with a sharp tap of metal striking stone. "In my experience, it is not the method that matters, but the result." Argus cut in smoothly, inclining his head slightly to the pair.
Argus was in his element, despite the longer ranged staff he generally used. The assassins hands moved quickly, disarming the man by twisting his wrist. Not giving the human a chance to react and perhaps reach for a more dangerous weapon, Argus struck him in the solar plexus, blasting the air from his lungs, and then landed a second blow against his torso, knocking the nord off balance and sending him tumbling backwards over an abandoned chair. With the immediate danger of being stabbed gone, he took a moment to look around. Mere seconds later, a blast of noise and light, what Argus presumed to be magical in nature, announced a new comer. A dark armoured imperial woman, with a no nonsense though not necessarily unpleasant attitude, she spoke, cautioning against any further misbehaviour. Her point made, she took a seat and signaled for refreshments.
Intrigued, Argus made to join her, but before he could take more than two steps, an official looking man stepped inside, took a look at the minor devastation of the inns' first floor, and called all adventurers to the jarls' palace. Deciding to speak to the woman later, the argonian instead followed the high elf mage out into the cloudy afternoon turning towards evening. The one eyed redgaurd, Argus noted, lingered, and he found himself wondering if the man had the best intentions. However he did not want to miss what the jarl had to announce, and he doubted the man would be pleased to be kept waiting. As the group made their way up the stairs to the doors of dragonsreach, they were joined by a pair of masked individuals, a slender female, and an axe wielding male, both, as far as he could tell, were human. The man fell in with the rest, while the woman avoided the stairs in favour of scaling the rocks that dragonsreach sat upon.
The dark clad woman, Elspeth, reached the top first, and offered her hand to the climber. She her assistance was ignored, and Argus reached the pair in time to hear the masked woman speak "What makes you assume I was sneaking?" It didn't seem like she was being intentionally confrontational, but there was little camaraderie in her voice. It was rough,though distinctly feminine,as if she didn't speak much.Argus set the butt of his staff on the cobblestone path leading to the double doors of dragonsreach. It connected with a sharp tap of metal striking stone. "In my experience, it is not the method that matters, but the result." Argus cut in smoothly, inclining his head slightly to the pair.