Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20151216005727/@comment-29559990-20151218110341

"ANyways.... could you let go of my arm now?" Kazrris asked politely. Ri'Sava still had an iron grip on it.

"Oh, yes... Sorry..." Ri'Sava said sheepishly, letting go of the arm. "Let's, uh... Let's move. Your payment awaits with Dro'Zahn...."

The old Khajiit nodded to Ja'Kol, and the two proceeded to lead the others out of the bandit cam, leaving the bodies of the bandits to rot.

Ja'Kol walked with a spring in his step, as Ri'Sava and these soldiers for hire had finally rescued him. It was never any doubt, of course. Ri'Sava would have charged in and died before they could harm him. And no one could kill Ri'Sava.

Speaking of the Old Khajiit, he walked with less of a spring. His hands were clasped around his back, and each footstep seemed like he was being weighed down by something. HE should have been happy, shouldn't he? I mean, he did just rescue Ja'Kol. And yet, he seemed troubled. Occasionally, he'd steal a glance at Kazrris, but for the most part, he kept his face pointing towards the ground as he thought...

It's not possible...