Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160623164644/@comment-13615389-20160627015156

The captain had crossed his arms and observed the fight. He was too old to get involved in a brawl like this; the majority of goons here could've probably beaten him to a pulp if he engaged any in a fight. Had he been in his prime, however, it would've been a different story. When Samedi came in the way of J'Sandro and the group, he simply raised an eyebrow and elected not to intervene, in an attempt to see how the situation would play out.

Of course, Brolin's knife was already calf-bound towards J'Sandro as he fled, knocking him over onto the docks with a terrible wail. He was bleeding profusely now, and would probably die slowly of his wounds if no one from his ship came to retrieve him.

"Please..." The Khajiit begged, "Let J'Sandro go... He won't bother you again, please..." He coughed up blood as he spoke, catching most of it on his whiskers.