Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20180414200018/@comment-17114085-20180522194721

Inside the warehouse the Bone Mask pirates could see multiple crates of ores and most importantly crates with fresh Jarrin Roots collected from underground by Zakhim's workers.

There weren't any more guards in the area so they could take their time collecting what they wanted.

"What? Am I invisible to you?" The Argonian mumbled angrily at the Redguard.

Lhotun could smell booze on his breath. He's drunk, it will be hard to get through to him to defuse the situation. He noted. "No, no. I am just daft. As I said it was my mistake."

"No one pays attention to us, here in the slums outside the city. Not unless you want us to hall cargo off your damned ships." The Argonian complained, ignoring Lhotun's words. "You know what fuck that, and fuck you."

Lhotun began to move his right hand slowly towards his scimitar, so the Argonian didn't notice.

The drunk Argonian continued. "We're not your slaves to do all the heavy lifting and live in squalor." He bore his teeth to the Redguard. "You atoltics think you're better than us, living all high and mighty inside the city walls. Why did you even come here?! To gawk at the poor scalies!" He had gotten really close to the Redguard as he ranted, his right hand pointed at his face accusatorily.

The Argonian hadn't noticed but Lhotun's hand was already on his scimitar.

"I should put you in your place." The Argonian put his claws up to the Redguard's neck. "I would be so easy to kill a soft skin like you. You're so mushy." He pulled his arm back to strike.