Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20190828021314/@comment-5543592-20190828030407

Old Smith looked over at Vander, "These--"

"We're Thane Lokvir's men." Bjorn interrupted him again, talking to Vander. "Shut your mouth and remember it, freak."

"You have a strong desire for conflict, don't you?" Jack observed, looking him up and down.

"Yet you pester us, knowing that none of us want to fight you. Posturing in front of us is far more impressive than picking a fight, when you're unsure if you'll win." At this point, she seemed to be thinking aloud.

Old Smith stared at her with a look of consternation.

"Maybe you should put that bravado to use against the Elves, provincials and whoever else has gotten you so... disturbed. You'd have a far greater chance of impressing them, than you do me, anyway."

"I did my fighting, elf." Bjorn retorted, glaring at her. "Fought to free Skyrim from your kind, from the Empire.  Now Ulfric Stormcloak wears the Jagged Crown, and we're better for it.  Don't talk like you know me.  You don't.  You don't belong here, and you're not wanted here.  Me and the old man have business, so keep quiet."