The argonian swallows hard, struggling to slow down his heartbeat. If the Dark Brotherhood was alerted, he was more than sure to die. He tries to think up an excuse-any possible excuse, but none come to him. He shifts his weight uneasily. The only choice he had left was to explain his situaton.
He told Rarga about his past-or the most he could explain with his limited vocabulary. His voice was gravelly and jerky, but the more he said about his past,the lest tense he became. It was as if all those secrets which he kept bottled up were ever so relieved to come out.
He spoke of his past-of how he as a Shadowscale went to the Dark Brotherhood. It was a horrible place, and he longed to go. But he was so far from the Blackmarsh,and even if he went back, his kin would drag him all the way back here. He hated it every moment of the day
When he was given an impossible asassination, he knew he could either flee to the world,or die following those orders. He chose the first, and had fled here,taking different alibis and occupations.
He was scared now-and looked at Rarga tensely,waiting for him to speak. It was nerve wrecking