Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-29559990-20151006130519

"Have you told her yet?" Kazrris asked casually.

"What?"

"Don't give me that 'What' crap. You know what I'm talking about," The Khajiit snapped.

Vordel sighed and shook his head. "No. I haven't told her. Or anyone. 'Cause no one needs to know. 'Specially her. Alright?"

Kazrris slowly turned his head towards Vordel. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

Vordel rolled his eyes. "Kaz, look, I-"

"Shut up," Kaz growled. "You need to discuss this. I don't want anyone to know about it either, but if this thing you have with the argonian is serious, then she's gotta know."

"And why?" Vordel spat, throwing his hands up in the air as he spoke. "What's telling her gonna do, besides scare the shit out of her and drive her away."

"It gives you a plan, numb nuts. I mean, lets get realistic here. If you snap around her, she's gotta know what to do. She's gotta know what to expect..."

Vordel was silent for a long while, staring up into the sky and musing over his possible responses. "I won't snap... not around her..."

"You already fucking did!" Kazrris stamped his foot, still keepinghis voice from reaching the others. "Bandit camp. Markarth. The both of you went to that bandit camp, right? And you snapped there, right?"

"I thought she was dead. And I was getting attacked by some fat, racist prick..."

"I don't give a shit about the circumstances. You snapped. Around her. That's bad. Very bad."

"It won't happen again. Have a little faith in me."

"I don't have any faith in you holding him back!"

There was another long, awkward silence. Neither knew what to say next.

"Seven years ago, you said you were going out for a short trip to Windhelm," Kazrris said. "You said it'd be short and everything'd be fine. You know what we were doing the next day?"

Vordel retreated a bit back into his armor from shame. Kazrris continued "You had to be chained up in the basement, with Hafnir and Utahsi poking and prodding at your mind. Me and Denon were in Windhelm, trying to explain to a broken mother and a traumitized husband why a newly-wed daughter was missing every organ in her stomach. Was everything fine then?"

Vordel didn't respond.

"Was it?"

"No..."

"Exactly. And now, that things come back with a vengeance. We gotta plan ahead, Vordel. Just in case. Because if that thing gets out again..."

Vordel slowly looked up at Kaz with folded arms. "Fine... fine, I'll... I'll do something."

Kazrris frowned, but then sighed. "I guess that's the best I'll get. But if you procrastinate this, I'm gonna tell her myself, kapeesh?"

"Kapeesh."

"Good," Kaz said, just as Aran had come back with a loud chirp and landing on Kaz's shoudler.

"The hell's that?" Vordel furrowed his brow, a little leary around crows now.

"This is Aran," Kazrris explained.

"You took a bird from the cave?"

"Nah, he just followed."

Vordel shook his head, and wandered off back towards the group. Kazrris would remain outside with his bird, glancing around at the people of Whiterun and silently judging everyone.