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"You're not going to answer Andrus' insult?" The Altmer asked, seeming only barely interested in Graicus or anything else. "He insulted your mother."

The Redguard bared his at Gracius stepping forwards, asking for a fight.

"That's because while he might have spine, he doesn't have balls.  The only thing tough about him is his stomach." The Bosmer started snickering at Graicus, his scars scrunched up tightly as he grinned, his eyes also growing narrow, as his snicker began to rise into a high-pitched mocking laugh.

"Andrus." A soft voice came from behind Graicus, and the bandits all whipped their heads in that direction. Svieva was coming down the road. "Shut up.  Immediately."

Andrus shut up. Immediately. There was something very strange in Svieva's voice--something associated with the red reflection on blades, the wailing of people being murdered, the whinnying of horse and the smell of blood. The others must've had similar associations. The Redguard sat down, removing his hand from his sword, growing pale. Even the giant orc shifted uncomfortably.

"Well, Graicus." Sveiva said, nodding for him to follow her. "Lets talk over here."