Private [=] To Be Equal

[Znowcicle]

Participants: ValkyrieWarrior, Znowcicle, Dabiene Caristiana, Humbungala, Madrar, R'alle, Arillious, Simus.
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After the long civil war in Skyrim, between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks, a winner has finally been proclaimed. Ulfric, leader of the Stormcloaks and the native bred Nords, is sitting comfortably in his new throne as the High king of Skyrim. The war is over, many celebrated that day, but another war is brewing just under the happy countenance Ulfric has thrown over Skyrim. A war that has been waiting to erupt for many centuries. A war...that might be even bloodier than the last.

 

[Znowcicle]

Runs-With-Phoenix sat lazily on her laurels, her scaly tail trailing out of the back of the tilted wooden chair, as she sipped on a pint of Whiterun ale. The local bard was singing some song of triumph in Ulfric's name. Songs like that had broken out in a mass multitude in fear of displeasing him. She huffed and took another sip as the Nords whispered in her direction. She cast them a cold reptilian stare and they silenced...at least until she went to take another drink from her ale.

The fire was warm against her hard green scales, the carvings in her horns were exaggerated in shadow by the dancing flames. She blinked, the soft white eye coverings clearing her wide open eyes from the soot coming off of the fire that was being stoked at the moment. Hulda was speaking with a commoner, trying to sell him as much food and drink as she could no doubt, and Saadia was preparing said food in the storage room not far off. It was comfortable, warm, and all Runs-With-Phoenix could want at that moment. Well, besides the constant whispers that followed her. Nonetheless she enjoyed her ale, with her booted feet up on the table next to a wheel of Goat cheese.

She sighed heavily, and sat down her near empty tankard. Folding her arms she continued to sit there, in the middle of the room and listen to the comments that were made about her. Degrading as they were she held her tongue, it would only lead to all three of them standing up and taking her behind the Bannard Mare for a good beating. Hulda would have tried to object, but the men in this tavern were not too kind to the women that inhabited it with them. Although Runs-With-Phoenix had a good idea that she could stand toe-to-toe with the fellows, she was not in the mood to unsheath her weapons today. Today she was enjoying her free time away from Riften. Today was her "take it easy" day, and she didn't want to spoil it with some Nord's blood on her fists.

 

[Tyrone]

Ro'an sat in the corner of the Bannered Mare, sipping his ale and trying not to think about his gold
problems. He tried but he just couldn't get his mind away from his work. He hadn't been hired in the last three months to clear out a bandit camp or delve into a dangerous dwarven ruin, just because he was a khajiit. He only charged 300 gold for his services, cheaper than the common nord sell-sword, but still no one would hire him. He could only afford the room he had rented from the innkeeper for another two weeks or so, and then he would be thrown out to live on the streets like that beggar Brenuin. It would still be better than Elsweyr, he reassured himself.

 

[ValkyrieWarrior]

Tera hide in the storage room, waiting for the exact moment where she could grab some food. She felt her stomach runble inside of her. She didn't have time to worry about her hunger. All she could think about was how her siblings where waiting for her in there hiding place. Her black ears with cream brown tips tilted back in anxiety. She hated stealing, but it was the only way to survive since she wasn't old enough to work. Besides, who would hire a khajiit. No one that supported Ulfric that was for sure. Her silver eyes scanned the room then quickly grabbed some food off the table then snuck off before anyone noticed her. her gold loop earrings slightly jingled together as she ran.

 

[Humbungala]

"Get inside," the Stormcloak guard yelled as he pushed Morrigan in her Dragonsreach prison. "Hope you rot." Morrigan let out a laugh and she examined her surroundings. She had become too familiar with prison cells that it was rare a time that she couldn't find her way out of one. The grate on the floor was loose, and she managed to unscrew it with the one lockpick she snuck in through her robes. She made her way through the underpass and found a large room with a expertly locked gate leading outside and a broken vent that conveniently allowed her access to the chest where her possessions were stored. She let out another quiet chuckle and said "It's like they set everything up for me." She put on her armor, sheathed her daggers and picked the lock of the gate that lead her to freedom. "The sun just gets hotter doesn't it," she sighed as she made her way to the Bannered Mare.

 

[Dabiene Caristiana]

Severus rode up to the Whiterun stables, injured, but very much alive. Having counts with bandits, vagabonds, and weak vampires before, he wasn't a stranger to injuries. He had recalled his sister of a companion, Serana, that he would be the death of her if he kept going on bounty hunts. Whether for pleasure, or just some extra cash. Though with all the gold he was making through treating the sick, and crafting potions and powerful poisons, he merely asumed it was pleasure.

He chuckled as he recalled the events of the imfamous Valkihar Clan's Castle. He smirked as well when a certain male was regarding another male about who got to become clan leader. It wasn't until Serana got into the conversation that he was interested. That was, until it went out in a full out brawl, which he dispersed. Serana of course didn't help with matters after muttering about he himself being the next leader of the clan.

"Leader... Leader? Silly... Why would I want to be leader of a bunch of ignorant crazy family of bloodsuckers? Ha! Course, I am one myself... Perhaps it wouldn't hurt.."Severus thought. He wasn't much of a leader, but it was more sort of the liking of 'following orders' than 'carrying out' orders. Though he supposed he could be a decent leader, when he wanted to be.

After tying up Scorpio, his horse in which Serana would accompany him with, which she didn't, he walked up to the tall gates of Whiterun, and entered.

He stayed in the shadows and went into the back allies. The stares he still got his way didn't bother him much, it was just the fact that people couldn't mind there own business. People, bothered him. Though the fact that he was a Vampire Lord and he could drain the life of them quickly, that wasn't how he went with business. As long as people minded their own business, and respected ones amongst them, he had no qualms against them.

Once he finally reached the Bannered Mare, he opened the doors. The songs of Ulfric being the Hero and High King of Skyrim boiled his blood. "Petty politics... Only leaves bloodshed to your own kin or equals... Pointless rable." Severus scowled and pulled up his hood while staying in the shadows. He sat in the far corner, watching and waiting. For something interesting to happen possibly.

(OOC: If that was too long, I'll make it shorter next time.)

 

[Aquillus]

Aquilus strode up to the outskirts of Whiterun. "It's no Skingrad..." He muttered, as he had hoped it would be at least as nice as Solitude. By the stables, he noticed an injured Nord. He considered helping, but shrugged the urge after recalling what fate had befallen Solitude.

He had been on the road for weeks, as he fled Solitude after the Stormcloaks managed to take the city. He was once again a man with nothing. A fresh start of sorts, but he grew tired of these. He had with him only what he could carry: his modified Dawguard Armor, his signature hawk skull amulet, his late father's dragonbone bow, his sword, and a quiver of dwarvern arrows.

He entered the city, immediately being greeted by a quirky Breton who ranted about owning the general goods store in town. He followed Aquilus up into the marketplace, but backed away after catching one of Aquilus' glares.

Despite a seeming lack of armor, Aquilus was not one to be messed with. He was agile, a master of the shadows, and deadly with his bow. As a child, his father had high hopes that his son would one day become a knight, and taught Aquilus numerous skills that he managed to retain even after the tragedy that had befallen the family.

The thief in him exposed itself after being dragged across the border from Cyrodiil however. He did what he needed to to survive, even if it meant bending a rule here and there. But he had limits. He did what needed to be done to obtain necessities, and spent the rest of his time serving the people of Skyrim. He was a freedom fighter, and knew after the rise of Ulfric that quite a few contracts would be headed his way soon enough.

He made his way into the "Bannered Mare" and sat down by the fire to rest.

 

[Znowcicle]

Runs-With-Phoenix watched as each newcomer came in and sat down. Her keen, not quiet round, eyes even managed to capture the glimpse of someone stealing from the room Saadia was cooking in. The roaring fire had covered up the soft jingle the Khajiit's golden hoops as she made her escape. Hulda came by and poured more ale into Phoenix's tankard with a smile plastered onto her face. Perhaps that would have been enough to convince anyone with an untrained eye that nothing was bothering her, but to Phoenix her face looked harrowed and annoyed. The smile simply looked misplaced.

"Thank you Hulda," She managed trying to keep her temper as the Nords caterwauled at Hulda as she made her rounds. When she had passed the three Nords one of them actually had the audacity to slap her on the arse. She jumped, some of the ale sloshed out of the huge tankard she was carrying and spilled onto the lap of one of the Nords, the one that had slapped her.

"Now why'd you go and do that Hulda? You know you liked it..." He growled as he ran his fingers through his filthy beard. Hulda did not reply but instead attempted to walk away. The Nord sitting next to the one with the beard stood up and grabbed her arm causing her to drop her tankard and lower her head as a gasp escaped her lips.

"The man was talking to you Hulda." He smiled as he loosened the grip on her arm and glanced her up and down. "Why don't you repay him?" Runs-With-Phoenix had heard quite enough and stood up abruptly, leaving her newly poured ale on the table, her chair made a loud screech against the cold stone floor as she did. The Nord with the beard started laughing as she made her way towards them across the short distance that separated them.

"Look, the Argonian wench thinks she's gonna stop us from having our fun with Hulda!" Another bout of laughter emitted from the three. The one on the end, the largest of the three with a hulking battleaxe to match, stood up folding his hairy arms in front of him as she stopped. Phoenix wasn't a very tall Argonian, but she wasn't short either. Nonetheless, she only barely came to this Nord's chest!

"Why don't you leave her alone and enjoy your ale while Phoenix allows you to keep your tongues and fingers?" She asked adamantly aiming her voice at his dirty countenance as best she could. He only smirked and unfolded his arms before he began the motion to shove Runs-With-Phoenix away with his two, grossly large, hands. She swiftly ducked, an easy enough feat since she was already shorter than he, and maneuvered around his stocky body. In this ducked position she kicked the back of his knee and then slid out of the way for him to topple to the ground with a very noticeable thud!

Phoenix didn't smile, or laugh, she simply stepped over the fallen giant and gently took Hulda's arm to lead her away from the brutes. The Nord with the beard started a rumble in his throat as he grabbed Runs-With-Phoenix by the shoulder and turned her around to face him. He promptly spat in her face, the impact was warm and unpleasant but she didn't flinch, she only stared.

"Filthy beast! Go back to where you hail from!" He shouted as he reared back to pummel her face with his giant gloved fist.

 

[Tyrone]

Ro'an rose up from his chair immediately, and dashed forward at the man. He did not care much for non-khajiits, but he could not stand idly by while a couple of nords attacked the argonian. He drew his sword in his right hand and grabbed the punch with his left hand, barely managing to stop the blow from hitting the argonian. He shoved Phoenix back as he bared his teeth and curled back his ears, standing between her and the nord. While Ro'an was a cathay-raht, this nord was about the same strength as him, maybe slightly even stronger, and his friends could get up at any second. Ro'an knew his mistake as soon as he made it.

 

[ValkyrieWarrior]

Tera put the food in her bag as she heard fighting in the tavern. She did not know what was going on but felt anger wash over her. She stealthy walked out of the storage room with her bag in hand and stepped in to the tavern. She saw a khajiit draw his sword at the same time grab the nords hand. She quickly moved to the shadows out of sight to see what else happens.

The nord to seem to fume from not finishing through with his punch and glared at the khajiit. Knowing probably soon the soliders would come and arrest the argonian and khajiit for just raising a weapon at the nord. She scurried away, trying to leave the scene without being noticed by the other nords.

 

[Humbungala]

Morrigan entered the Bannered Mare and noticed a fight between a Khajiit and a Nord. The clashing sounds of metal against metal filled the room. It seemed that the two were at equal match for each other, neither being able to successfully strike the other and inflict damage. No one in the room got up to help, mostly because all of them were enjoying the sight of a Nord being humiliated by a Khajiit. "Men." She scowled to herself as she went to sit at the edge of the room across from a hooded man who's eyes felt incredibly familiar. As she studied him, she realized who he really was.The armor, the hood, the incredibly pale skin...it could only mean one thing. She got up and approached the man. The man looked up and Morrigan smiled. "I know a vampire when I see one."

 

[Dabiene Caristiana]

Severus watched the scene with amusement. "Typical... Fellow Nord can't keep his hands to himself.. Nor keeping his damn mouth shut... Pathetic." He thought.

He saw a girl- No, woman, he berated himself, approach him. He cocked his head. It was a fellow creature of the night. He smirked under his hood, his mouth and part of his nose visible.

He looked back over at the fight. "No doubt the guards will come in and arrest the innocent. Law... It's so... Dull and non efficient.." Severus decided that the tavern had enough. Hulda was still in danger, plus the Argonian. He started to grin at the impending doom for the 'fellow kin' he would have to 'teach manners' too. The Khajiit and Argonian were no less equals to him. From what they have shown so far, they were definately equals. In some cases... More.

The fellow vampire would have to wait for the upcoming pleasent chat, he decided. The tall, slim, pale hooded man stood, and calmly strode over to them. They finally had noticed him, his heavy leather like boots banging on the hardwood floor. He knew how to get their attention.

"Ah, a fellow Kinsmen! Want to lend me a hand? Seems these lesser beasts don't know their place." The Nord and even the Khajiit stopped their little fight. The Argonian stared, and Hulda was about to faint. No doubt from a Nord being noble from the fact of Ulfric and his men claiming the thrown, and lots of Nords anywhere, getting to do what they pleased. Even if it was violating a woman, let alone a bartender.

Severus spoke, the silky deep voice rang out like death snaking all around them. "Perhaps you're right... They don't know their... Correct place." His eyes narrowed and he lowered his hood with both hands. His neatly shaped eyebrow rose slowly, seemingly perfectly. His eyes left no room for questioning as he continued. "But neither... Do you." The fellow Nord's wrist was grabbed in a flash, the Khajiit's grip was loosened as a result. Severus snapped the poor insulting Nord's wrist back, making him kneel and begging to stop. "You want me to stop? Then I suggest... You act like a true Man, than a rude impulant child. Respect women. They have just the same rights in nature as you... As well as our fellow reptillians and cats. Now... if I'm not mistaken.." He pushed the wrist back even farther, the Nord winced in pain. "The guards will come... And take these two away.. What I want you to do, is tell them it was all a big misunderstanding, and tell them that a nice, kind Nord help you in a... Shall we say Diplomatic Dispute..? Hm?" The man kneeling nodded frantically. The pale Nord that had him in his grasp looked over at the other two. His deep voice holding no question as he pinned them with a steady glare. "That, goes for you two. If I ever.. See you 'mudcrab people' acting like pathetic loons again... Let's just say you won't just be receiving a sore wrist." He looked down at the helpless man. Severus crouched next to him and got in his face, and talked slowly and carefully as if talking to a child. "Get... Out. Now..." He violently released the Nord and all three men scampered off, bolting out of the doors and not surprisingly, knocking the oncomming guards. He chuckeled as he heard their frantic explanation. Some 'men' they were.

Severus stood up and spun around on his heel toward the two 'beasts' and the barkeeper. To what appeared to be him reaching for his knife, he took out three sacks of coin. "I know it's a shame they truely can't take their idiotic tendencies back.. But I'm sure this is more than enough for you." He tossed the bags in their direction. "I'm sure 150 gold is enough for recuperation."

He didn't smell one Khajiit oh no.. He smelled more. During the commotion he thought he heard something run away in a hurry. The smell was youthful. He would have to leave it be for now. Not that the youth were perhaps stealing was any of his business. Hulda would have to hire guards perhaps.

(OOC: Man that was long!)

 

[Tyrone]

Ro'an would pick up a gold bag and look it at, and after a few seconds of deliberation he decided to keep it. He then turned to the nord, and nodded at him. What the nord did not understand however, is how the law worked, even if the filthy one did not contact the guard, surely they had heard the clashing of steel. They would instantly assume Ro'an was the one who had drawn his sword first, he had to get out now. He looked towards the nord, the person talking with him, and the argonian, and would notion for them to follow, "Khajiit knows safe place for the night, away from the city. Khajiit suggests you all take offer. He knows how the stormcloak soldiers handle crimes."

 

[Aquillus]

Aquillus awoke to the sound of a sword being drawn from its holster. He had dozed off by the fire, and was suddenly at the sidelines of a fight in the tavern. He jumped to his feet and withdrew to a corner, drawing his bow and aiming directly at the forehead of a Nord, whos hand was now in the grasp of an angry man. He wasn't sure who was to blame, but he had a guess.

The Nords had developed in to a cocky and arrogant race since the Empire had withdrawn forces from Skyrim. No doubt the Nord was abusing his new-found sense of superiority. Aquillus started inching forward, in the hopes of catching the Nord's eye. However, before he could do so, he realized that the Nord was in the grasp of one of his own.

This one was different however, and from his time with the Dawnguard, Aquillus could easily tell that this man was a vampire. The pale faced man had the Nord in submission, and Aquillus lowered his bow. Within seconds, the pale faced Nord had the men running for their lives.

"Looks like that Serana wasn't the only exception..." Aquillus said to himself, and sat back down in a corner of the tavern. He was in a state of alert now, and kept an eye on the vampire, as well as everyone else. While the events at Castle Volkihar changed Aquillus' initial outlook on all vampires, he still didn't trust them. Then again, Aquillus never really trusted anyone.

The tavern grew quiet once again, and Aquillus ordered something to eat.

 

[Znowcicle]

Runs-With-Phoenix watched as the Nords fled, picking themselves off the floor as they stumbled in their frantic desperation to flee from the man. She looked from the man to the Khajiit that had jumped in front of her to Hulda who just stood frozen in shock from the commotion. She blinked and picked the tankard off the floor.

"Saadia! Come clean up this ale!" She yelled in her loud Nord voice, she was actually still respectable after the war had ended, as she walked back to her place behind the bar. She stopped and turned back to the Phoenix, the Khajiit, and the now un-hooded, pale man and lowered her head a little in a grateful nod.

"Thank you...each of you..." She paused and raised her head up with an actual smile growing on her face. "Each of you have a room here if you need it, free of charge." With that, she turned back to the direction she had been walking and leaned onto the bar watching the flickering fire. Phoenix nodded to her as she left their immediate presence and turned to the Khajiit that had literally grabbed the blow that had been meant for her.

"I agree...Khajiit...Let us go before the guards try to haul me off yet again for something unnecessary." She grumbled through her scaly lips as she glanced over her shoulder at the pale man and his...companion?

"Come along, both of you. The Khajiit is right, we cannot stay."

 

[Dabiene Caristiana]

At first glance, Severus didn't seem like the one to follow orders. Especially from Argonians or Khajiits. But they weren't orders. Nor was he the typical Nord or 'mudcrab person' as he put it, to degrade these 'uninhibited' people, as he had heard some of his fellow kinsmen say.

"Hold.." He raised his hand for a moment, gesturing for them to wait for a moment. He turned toward the female vampire and walked slowly and into her personal circle of space. He looked down at her for a moment before leaning in close to her face and whispering, "Don't think I can't smell the grime of jail and prison shackles and garbs that were once upon your person... I suggest you come along... Unless you like the dreary hold prisons of course.. With all the prisoners screaming outragous thoughts." He straightened back up and held his hand out. As he waited for his offer to be taken, he nodded toward a cloaked man with a bow. Oh yes, he was aware that he had pointed a bow towards the idiotic Nord a few minutes prior, but pleased he lowered it. Not because he himself handled it, but because the Barbaric Nord could lose himself with what dignity he had left.

He acknowledged Hulda's thank you by merely replying, "I suggest you find yourself some guards for your person... And perhaps for your... Stock quantity of goods? Perhaps?" He had a sly smirk as he layed out his plan before him. He talked louder. For perhaps a group of poor creatures that had stolen that apple earlier... He was poor himself once. He wanted to not essentially give back.. But to see what the outcome would be of the lure.

"And perhaps...!" Everyone turned toward him confused and somewhat interested. "If others have found a brawl in which life had won in an unfair advantage, may I suggest they follow... The Red Star, if you will.. Good day." The people looked at him, trying to comprehend what he meant. He turned back toward the vampire and cocked his brow. "Coming?"

 

[Humbungala]

Morrigan was taken aback and slightly insulted by the vampire's suggestion. He takes me for some damsel in distress. Does he really think that I need protection? Morrigan smiled, "I can take care of myself, I don't need a gang of misfits to protect me. Quite frankly, sneaking out of prisons have become something of a game for me now. Thanks for your courtesy, though. You're quite the gentleman." Her sarcasm was quite rough, but she intended it to be that way. She curtsied mockingly to her fellow vampire, walked passed him and out the door. A couple of guards from dragonsreach were beginning to make their way to the inn. Morrigan quickened her pace and headed toward the city gate. She stopped in front of Breezehome for a moment, reflecting on her actions. Maybe I should follow him. Maybe I should follow all of them. See what they're up to, and prove to that vampire that I don't need anyone's help. Morrigan retreated behind Belethor's General goods and waited for the group to head on their way.

 

[Tyrone]

"Khajiit is unaware of your intentions, but does thank you. Khajiit means to travel to the caravans outside Whiterun, and rest there for the night. Then, I shall make my way to a small town on the other side of the big mountain, it is guarded by local guards, not stormcloaks." Ro'an would say to the nord as he notions for the group to follow again, a slight sense of panic on his face, knowing the guards will be here any second. "Khajiit knows place will be safe, he suggests strangers come along too."

The doors of the inn barged open swiftly, with four stormcloak guards charging in. They would instantly try and attack Ro'an, the sound of steel clashing would fill the inn. Ro'an would barely manage to hold all of them off, retreating to the stairs to have a greater chance at coming out alive. "Kill the cat!" and "Down that beast!" would be heard all across the inn. Even the nord who had been previously defeated would walk back in to the inn, stroking his beard as he shouted racial slurs.

What was seconds seemed like hours, Ro'an would parry blows again and again, trying not to slash his sword at the soldiers, in case they would accept a yield. Ro'an had no intention of yielding, but he could not help but think of how the people would react to his death - they would assume he was a traitor to Ulfric, not dying an honorable death as he wanted to.

The stormcloak soldier slashed at the khajiit and Ro'an barely managed to dodge it, the blade coming an inch to his face. He would kick the stormcloak soldier down the stairs, knocking all three of them off. He would shout before the soldiers got up, "Go, you have little time, more guards will be here, we cannot take them all! I will repay my debt to you stranger."

 

[ValkyrieWarrior]

Tera was well out the door before anyone noticed. She had heard the pale person tell the inn keeper about more guards. He knew she stole some goods from there. She kept to the back ally's trying hard not to be heard as the people of Whiterun walked on the streets not knowing anything at all. They know nothing of what lies beneath this peace they have, she thought tp herself as she entered the breezehome through the back.

Inside the home was dark, knowing her siblings would be hiding upstairs. She climbed the stairs and knocked three times on the floor. Two khajiits jumped up quickly from there hiding places. They cried with joy as they saw the bag of food in her hand. They quickly grabbed it and disappeared into the shadows before she could acknoldege them or say anything.

She sighed quickly then sat on the stairs watching the door. "This isn't the life we should be living," she muttered to herself. She remembered her mother then quickly pushed the memory back before it grew to painful. Thinking of the fight she realized that things were slowly getting worse in Skyrim.

"Maybe another war is brewing. This time it would race against race," she spoke aloud, trying to think on truly would she join or stand back and hide like the coward and thief she was.

 

[Znowcicle]

Runs-With-Phoenix shook her head slightly as the Khajiit blatantly spoke of his intentions. Now the whole tavern knew where they were going, but she didn't have long to ponder what to do next as the Stormcloak guards burst through the door and immediately started attacking the ones the large bearded Nord had begun pointing out. "Kill the cat!" and "Down that Beast!" could be heard echoing off the wooden walls of the tavern. Many of the Nords in the tavern, that had not done anything earlier, were beginning to stand up and draw their own weapons.

Phoenix had not a moment to spare as she stole away into the storage room where Saadia had been. As she did so she watched as three of the guards attacked the kind, but naive, Khajiit forcing him up the stairs towards the room. Silently she commended him for having enough smarts not to attack them. She shoved open the door as the other Nords came after her with their various large weapons and bulk. Her tail streamed before her as she sprinted quickly along the back side of the Bannard Mare. She leaped, and latched onto the woodwork as she began to climb up onto the roof. The Nords heavy weapons could do her no harm on the roof tops...unless the Stormcloak soldiers had their bows as well as their swords...

She paid no mind as she ran and leaped across the gap between the Bannard Mare and the Alchemic Store, the name of which escaped her in her rush, and then onto the General Goods store. She landed lightly, her step had always been light, and crouched as she manuevered around the roof to the backside of the store. She jumped down, and started running again. Shouts were being slung around as the Nords came barreling outside, and even more Stormcloak guards were coming down from DragonsReach!

Quickly she leaped through a broken window, feet first, and landed neatly before the stairs in a building she had never quite paid attention too before. It was just after the smithy and just before the Market area but it was dull and unkempt. Perfect for hiding, she thought to herself as she swept herself up the rickety wooden stairs and into a corner. But when she was positioning herself she felt...fur... And not only fur, she could hear the quick warm breath of many, perhaps three, and the sounds of chewing that were cut off when she reached her position.

Stupid, stupid, stupid! She thought to herself as she realized that there was a young Khajiit in the middle of the floor with a bag in her furry hands. Quickly, Runs-With-Phoenix composed herself and said in a quiet tone, "I mean you no harm. I may be an enemy to your race, but I myself am not to you Khajiit." She paused and reached out her scaly hand to her to offer her space in the shadows.

"The guards are looking for our kind, and right now it is your best interest to hide, young one." For right now, we are sisters under the mark of 'Beast' she thought to herself disdainfully.