Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160715062945/@comment-10906938-20160719021722

Valeera was stunned when the docile, harmless man was murdered by Qatari. The danger she was in occured to her an instant before hands roughly grabbed her elbow and shoulder. She had tried to whirl around and elbow the assailant, but he was far too strong and she only managed to give him a stronger hold around her shoulders. Arms pinned to her sides, there were no spells she could cast to save herself. In that moment, she knew she was about to die. When one hand moved from her waist to his, Valeera guessed it was only a moment before her red robes turned a shade darker.

Much to her relief, neither a short life nor cold steel flashed before Valeera's eyes. Instead, the grip eased up as the man holding her saw his companions flee. That gave the elf an oppotunity to wrench herself away, stumbling into the mud as the man tore off with the rest. Looking around for a place to sit, she took a seat on the steps to the house. It was a while before Valeera's breathing returned to normal. Her opinion of Qatari never did. She gave Redguard a smouldering glare.