Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-32420582-20150127095712

A khajiit wiped sweat away from his forhead as he slumped into a seat, his muscles ached after training with Farkas. He watched as Farkas headed downstairs to inform Vilkas -- the harbinger -- of his assessment for the khajiit. The khajiit rubbed a bruise on his arm, he was lucky the flat of Farkas sword hit there and not the blade, if the blade did hit he would be missing his arm.

"Training with Farkas?" a member of the companions asked in a patronizing tone, which caused all the over members to erupt in laughter.

"Is the kitty little bit sore?" one taunted.

" Do'Xadhari has no words for you little  iilitens." the khajiit snapped, he wasn't good at speaking like humans and elves, he also spoke  Ta'agra quite often by mistake. As soon as more taunts came he just ignored them, he swiped a bottle of ale from a table and downed it. ''Do'Xadhari will show you all... ''he thought angrily.

"Whelp!" Vilkas shouted causing the tiger-like khajiit to jump slightly causing the others to laugh even more, Vilkas was looking at Do'Xadhari with a stern gaze. Do'Xadhari stood up and bowed his head in respect then said "Yes, harbinger?"

"I have some work for you." he answered, a spark of excitment flared in Do'Xadari, he wanted to smile but he kept himself from doing so.

"What is it?" he asked curiously, it would be his first time doing a job.

"We need you to escort someone from Windhelm to Markarth." he answered, the excitment quickly died off once he heard those words, it was equal to being hit over the head with a warhammer. "Farkas and Tusks will be going with you." he added, the orc that was sitting in a corner looked up and nodded, 'Tusks' wasn't his real name, it was just a nickname for him.

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A few minutes later...

Do'Xadhari mounted his horse as did the other two, they needed to get to Windhelm ASAP. Farkas charged off, he was leading them on this mission. Xadhari sighed then followed, Tusks followed aswell. Soon they slowed to a trot, Farkas knew that both Tusks and Xad hated the guards, they were really racist toward them for some reason. "So, Tail, how did you earn your nickname?" Tusks asked, his accent an orcish one.

"Do'Xadhari didn't, the little  iilitens gave it to this one." he answered.

"What does 'iilllteents' mean?" Tusks asked earning a chuckle from Xad.

"This one noticed you said it wrong, it's iilitens." he corrected.

"You dodged the question." Tusks pointed out.

"iiliten means girl, add an 's' you get iilitens -- girls." Xad answered.

"So you call those racists; little girls?" Tusks asked with a chuckle, Xad just nodded in an answer.