Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150514025025/@comment-24141785-20150514203058

"Axur?"

The redguard glanced over to Markus, who was sharpening his blade. "What?"

"Mind if I take a rest in the tavern... I'm awfully tired." He moaned; he had to fight off waves of trolls and bandits while Axur watched. "My throat's a bit parched."

Axur sighed and placed his face into his palms, "Fine... I'll go investigate the crisis we currently have on MY OWN." He marched off, leaving Sakrala and Markus on his own.

"What's his problem." Markus muttered, turning to the silent argonian besides him.

"He's just anxious... can't handle seeing an 'innocent' die." The argonian replied bluntly, keeping his head perfectly focused on Axur, "But yet butchers down adventurers and politicians."

Markus looked at the argonian, trying to see if he could some emotion in his face. "You disagree with what he is doing?"

"Oh no no..." Sakrala replied, "That's what I live for, it's just that..."

"What?"

"He has never lost someone... he can't control his emotions." The argonian peered down at Markus' necklace. "Never suffering..."

Markus glanced at him and noticed he was staring at his necklace... he knew.

''How does he know...He can't... can he?''

Markus walked off, leaving Sakrala standing on his own. The argonian stood there for a few minutes before smelling the air.

"*hiss* Something is in the air... I can taste it."

He started walking down the town in search of his suspicion in a slow pace before jogging. Something isn't right...