Dabiene Caristiana
Your friendly neighborhood weirdo
"Let's listen in some more."
Both crouched side by side near the door to listen in on further details...
... But it was silent. They waited with baited breath for several seconds before Isabella turned to look at her brother. "Do you think they heard us?" she whispered.
It happened all too fast. The next thing Erebus knew was he jumped back away from the door as it was torn open, his sister letting out a grunt and a wheeze when she was pinned to the wall by her throat by what appeared to be a Bosmer woman. Swiftly drawing his knife he turned to the other assailant, only to find himself on the other end of an arrow shaft.
"I think they did." Erebus stared at the arrowhead.
The young woman aiming the bow at him was Imperial, like himself. But she had a look in her eye that meant she would kill without a second thought. No doubt from all the harm that came to her and her family, she was most likely done being a peace keeper. 'I would be too in her situation.. If what happened is true of course.'
"So young lady," the Bosmer said in a low and hostile tone. "What did you hear?"
His sister opened her mouth to speak, but Erebus cut her off, "Not. A word. Sister." It was her fault. She got them into this mess... Alright they both got themselves into this mess, but he was going to get them out of it. He always got them out of sticky situations.
"Look." He put his dagger away and raised his hands in defense and submissive gesture. He had nothing against them after all and was here to help. For a price of course. "Why don't we all go back inside the room and talk about this like civilized human beings, hm?" He threw a light smile at the Imperial woman. "We both may be able to help with your little.. Problem." The Bosmer still had his sister pinned to the wall but was glaring at him full force.
"You can assume how much we listened in. Well, how much my dear sister has listened in on. I was a little too late for the juicy gossip." Erebus glance at the closet the unconscious man was stuffed in, praying the man was out cold. "Can't say I was late for the action though..." He trailed off.
He really hoped his smooth Nibenese accent could get him out of this. But he knew it wasn't going to be quite enough. If caught, they could all be persecuted, tried, and killed. Without the tried part.
Speaking softly and in the most sincere voice he could conjure, he addressed the Imperial woman who was still aiming at his chest. "My sister and I know what it's like losing family. We may be thieves, be we aren't cold blooded and heartless." He heard a snort and Erebus snapped his gaze to his sibling.
"You may not be. Doesn't mean I'm not." She rasped, clutching the elf's forearm that was against her neck. Isabella glared at the elf, "Do you mind?! I need to breathe! It comes with being alive you know! Now let me go!" By now the elf had already loosened her pin but still had a keen eye on her.
Erebus shook his head. She was always sarcastic. Always.
He lowered his hands but then raised his right hand as an offering to the Imperial. "Erebus. Erebus and Isabella Cacciatore. Offering high and prime services whereas available." He laughed at his own little joke.
"With clever wit and sarcastic bitchiness to hand out for your entertainment." Isabella added with a cheeky grin.
Both crouched side by side near the door to listen in on further details...
... But it was silent. They waited with baited breath for several seconds before Isabella turned to look at her brother. "Do you think they heard us?" she whispered.
It happened all too fast. The next thing Erebus knew was he jumped back away from the door as it was torn open, his sister letting out a grunt and a wheeze when she was pinned to the wall by her throat by what appeared to be a Bosmer woman. Swiftly drawing his knife he turned to the other assailant, only to find himself on the other end of an arrow shaft.
"I think they did." Erebus stared at the arrowhead.
The young woman aiming the bow at him was Imperial, like himself. But she had a look in her eye that meant she would kill without a second thought. No doubt from all the harm that came to her and her family, she was most likely done being a peace keeper. 'I would be too in her situation.. If what happened is true of course.'
"So young lady," the Bosmer said in a low and hostile tone. "What did you hear?"
His sister opened her mouth to speak, but Erebus cut her off, "Not. A word. Sister." It was her fault. She got them into this mess... Alright they both got themselves into this mess, but he was going to get them out of it. He always got them out of sticky situations.
"Look." He put his dagger away and raised his hands in defense and submissive gesture. He had nothing against them after all and was here to help. For a price of course. "Why don't we all go back inside the room and talk about this like civilized human beings, hm?" He threw a light smile at the Imperial woman. "We both may be able to help with your little.. Problem." The Bosmer still had his sister pinned to the wall but was glaring at him full force.
"You can assume how much we listened in. Well, how much my dear sister has listened in on. I was a little too late for the juicy gossip." Erebus glance at the closet the unconscious man was stuffed in, praying the man was out cold. "Can't say I was late for the action though..." He trailed off.
He really hoped his smooth Nibenese accent could get him out of this. But he knew it wasn't going to be quite enough. If caught, they could all be persecuted, tried, and killed. Without the tried part.
Speaking softly and in the most sincere voice he could conjure, he addressed the Imperial woman who was still aiming at his chest. "My sister and I know what it's like losing family. We may be thieves, be we aren't cold blooded and heartless." He heard a snort and Erebus snapped his gaze to his sibling.
"You may not be. Doesn't mean I'm not." She rasped, clutching the elf's forearm that was against her neck. Isabella glared at the elf, "Do you mind?! I need to breathe! It comes with being alive you know! Now let me go!" By now the elf had already loosened her pin but still had a keen eye on her.
Erebus shook his head. She was always sarcastic. Always.
He lowered his hands but then raised his right hand as an offering to the Imperial. "Erebus. Erebus and Isabella Cacciatore. Offering high and prime services whereas available." He laughed at his own little joke.
"With clever wit and sarcastic bitchiness to hand out for your entertainment." Isabella added with a cheeky grin.