Skyrim- Accepting!

[Sperophim]

{Yeah lol. Maybe next post I make they'll arrive}

"Oh sure, I say it isn't about race and now you're going to make yourself look like the perfect stereotype, aren't you?" He asked. Divines, this woman would not stop. "Also, I'm not a guard. I'm a Penitus Oculatus agent. Don't compare me to those people again."

[InfectedHau]

"And why wouldn't I?" Za'ji asked. "You're both loud, pushy, corrupt organizations who use the fact that they occasionally do something useful as an excuse to push the less fortunate around. I've been arrested six times for crimes I didn't commit, and do you know what they said when they found out they were wrong? 'I've got my eye on you'. Not 'it was an honest mistake', not 'sorry for wasting your time', no, they didn't believe I was innocent even after it was proven that I was!" All of this was true, but what Za'ji didn't say was that she'd been arrested ten more times for crimes she had committed. She'd gotten off then too, but that was only through some well placed coins and arrows.

[lion's tooth]

Duviyn
Duviyn opened his eyes slowly to see a group of
fingers tapping on the wooden counter inches
from his face. He heard a voice, presumably the
one that owned the fingers dancing before his
eyes, and the Blacksmith jolted up, slapping his
hands down upon the small hand. As the seconds
passed and his sleep drunken stupor faded away,
he drew his hand off of the person's and raised
his eyes to theirs. Embarassment sunk in and he
drew back. "My apologies, I must've dozed off.
How can I help you today, miss?" He asked, imm-
ediately jumping to formality in shame of his
outburst.

[FrostTail]

Phydra simply nodded in agreement, only a glance hitting the Listener. Although the Bosmer had little knowledge on love. Sithis bless the girl, she became flustered over the touch of the attractive altmers hand on hers back at the Bee and Barb. But she couldn't help but feel her sister was overreacting about her struggles in romance, or maybe she was concerned for the family..? The woman doubted it. "They don't have any reason not to execute her as soon as possible. We should move quickly"

[xXMoved AccountXx]

Gwyneth left the Bee and Barb, a bottle of mead still in her hands. She sipped it while she walked through the streets of Riften, looking for something to do. She wouldn't mind going after that Dark Brotherhood suspect. It would probably prove to be an interesting mission, but before she did that, she needed to get a better weapon. Her war axes were beginning to get rusty, the tip of the blades growing dull.
She entered a random shop, seeing that the shopkeeper (Duviyn) was nearly asleep. She rolled her eyes, approaching the counter he was behind and impatiently tapping her nails on the wood. She received no response. "Wakey-wakey," the Companion said sharply, looking down at the oblivious shopkeeper as he rested his apparently tired eyes.

Zachariah glanced back at Katarina, a bit worried by the fact that she was behaving quite distantly towards them, not speaking at all. However, he soon caught up to Za'zah, and he slowed down, his worries about Katarina fading to the back of his mind. "Hi," he panted, breathless and thinking that this mission would be a lot easier if it was nighttime. Quickly, though, he began to explain to the Khajiit about why he and the others were following him. When he finished, he added, "So we sort of might be needing your help to get to Za'ji. Before, you know, they get to Dragon Bridge and he probably kills her." Okay, he was probably being a bit too blunt in his wording, but he was not caring because it would probably make Za'zah more determined in means of getting to her.

Za'zah looked behind him. "I know...." He said. "I just want to help her." The khajit growled to himself.

[★ nirvana,]

Gwyneth snorted, drawing her hand away from the counter as soon as the man let go of it. She slid her two Elven war axes out of their scabbards and set it down on the desk. "You're the town blacksmith, yes? I don't suppose you would mind sharpening these two for me, then," she offered smoothly, then pulled a satchel of coins out of her pocket and set it down in front of him for pay. She would rather tend to her weapons herself, as she prized them as if they were her own children, though she couldn't, because really, she was poor at anything that didn't involve stabbing. If she tried to sharpen her two war axes, she would probably end up accidentally downgrading them.

[Sperophim]

"And why wouldn't I?" Za'ji asked. "You're both loud, pushy, corrupt organizations who use the fact that they occasionally do something useful as an excuse to push the less fortunate around. I've been arrested six times for crimes I didn't commit, and do you know what they said when they found out they were wrong? 'I've got my eye on you'. Not 'it was an honest mistake', not 'sorry for wasting your time', no, they didn't believe I was innocent even after it was proven that I was!" All of this was true, but what Za'ji didn't say was that she'd been arrested ten more times for crimes she had committed. She'd gotten off then too, but that was only through some well placed coins and arrows.

Auguseethus took the statements silently, grinding his teeth. He figured he'd just shut up or else Za'ji would make up some other lie or half-truth to make him even more angry. Thankfully they arrived in Whiterun quickly. Auguseethus dismounted his horse.
"Get down." He said, ready to grab her arm in case she tried to run away.

[InfectedHau]

"Truly your chivalry knows no bounds," Za'ji said dryly, sliding of of the horse and standing rather unsteadily on the ground. She never was fond of horses, she preferred to walk, so her riding skills were lackluster at best. " So, is it a cell for me and a room at the inn for you, or do you people have your own little hidey-holes around Skyrim?"

[Sperophim]

Auguseethus frowned.
"You'll be sleeping in the Whiterun dungeon." Auguseethus explained. "I'll be either sleeping in Dragonsreach or the inn."

[InfectedHau]

Za'ji shrugged. "I figured as much," she said, "I like to consider myself a connoisseur of one-night dungeon stays. I think Whiterun's is one of the nicest, aside from Markarth's, of course. Nothing like a little silver mining to strip the years away." Whiterun's dungeon was also the easiest to sneak out of undetected, though she'd only really need to do that if the others caught up with her and she needed to tell them her plan.