Hasir, the khajiit and the grey werewolf carrying the tiny Afiq, she may as well've been a flea on his fur, darted between rocks and trees in an attempt to throw the advancing guard of their trail, that is, if there were any, seeing none Hasir slowed his steed, which he stole from one of the guard he'd managed to subdue and looked all about himself.
Scanning the surrounding area and seeing no pursuers, he signaled the khajiit and werewolf to stop.
"The fly has eluded the hungry spider." He said, exhaling. "Be on your guard, the web of life is home to more predators keen to entrap us with new sticky situations; pray we never have to lure them with tastier flies than us."
Inigo threw his hands up in exhasberation, making his horse snort with derision.
"Speak english, will you? Enough metaphors. By the mother cat, my head feels like soup that's been stirred to a paste. Oh, damn it, now you've got me doing it."
Hasir turned to Inigo and stared him dead in the eyes.
"I apologize Inigo, that is how I talk. Besides, my thoughts are better explained that way."
Inigo headed up his hands in surrender.
"Sorry, that is just an observation. I didn't mean to offend you."
Hasir 'smiled' at his furry friend and gestured them to follow him as he entered the city.
"None taken. You'll soon find that speaking in colorful images works better than spelling out ever idea."
They passed under the archway that served as the town's entrance and stabled their steeds near an inn close to the inner wall of the city, evenone except the grey werewolf. Hasir scowled as a nord woman tried beating the beast back with a sick. He stared at her and said he was with them. She sheathed her 'weapon' and backed off.
Hasir pulled Inigo aside and asked him why Ayr didn't transform.
"I don't know if he knows the rules, my friend." Inigo said pointedly, "Do you think he is under the same ifliction that your grandmother had? Like he brain is off in another land or has turned to soup?"
The male Argonian shook his head as he followed the gang into the inn, which was named The Drunken Sailor.
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