Inigo stood between the approaching Silver Dawn member and the Argonian.
"If you want to get to my friend, you'll have to go through me." He exclaimed, tail whipping ferociosly
The Silver Dawn soldier unseathed a menacing-looking siler greatsword and gripped it so tightly, Inigo could see his cloth glove squirm inside the metal gauntlets like worms in a cocoon.
"Try it and you'll be half the khajiit you are now." He threatened.
The enraged khajiit flew at the Silver Dawn soldier, ebony sword drawn. and sparks flew as the two swords collided. The blue khajiit swung his sword so fast in a downward arc that it tripped up the man, kocking his helmet off, showing a triangular red-furred head with whiskers protruding from a prominant black snout. Inigo smirked as he positioned the sword ready for the killing blow.
"Fuuny." He said, chuckling. "Now tell me the one about a crumbled silver mess on the carpet."
The man, tossed his sword aside, got up and slowly raised his hands to shoulder height.
"Fine, you got me. I surrender. I feel I should introduce myself, that is the only honorable thing to do." He said, extending a hand to the blue khajiit. "I am called Balian." He said, smiling.
Inigo returned the kind gesture. He thought on a parculiar similarity with someone he knew as he looked into Balian's face.
"I just curious, but do you know of another of your kind named meadow?"
Balian nodded, surprised to hear about his sister.
"Yes. She is my sister. I haven't heard of her since our parents died at the hands of the Silver Hand." He said. He fidgeted, intertwining his hands together. "You see." He said, his eyes welling up with tears. "We were given over to Molag Bal as pups and were given an ultimatum: join him or watch our parents be slaughtered like cattle. We saw the death and destruction Molag Bal brought and decided to abandon him. That," He sobbed, "was the last time either of us saw our parents again."
Hasir came over at that moment and looked from the 'grief-stricken' fox to his feline friend in concern.
"Please tell me you're not buying what this guy is selling. I can smell a conartist from miles away. This guy," he said, gesturing to the 'destatute' fox, "can fill a dinner table with all the bullshit he is dishing out."
Inigo looked, sadly, into Balian's pleading eyes.
"Come on, my friend. I he was flinging shit, we would have ducked right?" He said, laughing. The joke was obviously lost on the Argonian, who simply groaned. For better or worse, Hasir motioned for the fox to join him.
Balian smiled but, soon his ears were on red alert as a creature that Hasir thought look oddly like Hircine, perhaps distant cousins as they both had features of deer, scaled down the black exterior of the ship and advanced upon the camp.
"Balian, what are you doing? We had orders from Stonefire to eliminate the werewolf, not make friends with it." He yelled, gesturing to Hasir.
Hasir stood up, unsheated his axe and advanced on the ungulate.
"Well, I have a message for the taskmaster, this werewolf has no intentions to go with you now or any other time." He said, jabbing the deerfolk in its chest. Who are you to give orders, hmm?"
The deerfolk grasped Hasir by the collar, lifted him off his feet and narrowed its yellow eyes.
"You'd better mind who you are talking to, lizard." He growled. "I am Oak Tenderfoot, leader of the silver hand and leiutenant of Molag Bal's army."
Hasir chuckled at this. Oak's face became crimson nirnroot-red at the Argonian's words.
You? Lead Molag Bal's army? Okay my friend. Not to get you antlers tangled in knots, but... Kamara is Molag Bal's right-hand khajiit. It used to be the Doomstrider, but he joined the triad of fate. You might just as well be the scat on the bottom of Molag Bal's foot. Leiutenant, yeah right." He said, sniggering.
Oak, furious at being one-upped by a smart-ass Argonian, unsheathed his sword and ran at the Argonian. Balian ran to shield Hasir from the faun's attack but found himself playing host to his own barbeque.
Hasir watched angrily as the fox fell like a tree in the woods during a lightning storm.
"Oak, I know the tree is unfeeling and has cold bark but
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