Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-11462477-20130916225451/@comment-11462477-20130918051344

You don't know who is directing the horse, but you do know that no one good is ever on this road. You slow your breathing and lay perfectly still, hoping that whoever, or whatever it is, passes by without taking interest in you. To your dismay the sound of the hooves slows as it gets closer to you.

"Well well well.... What have we here?"

"Look Ra Ziri! This one managed to hold on to some jewelry." you hear another Khajiit voice say.

"So he does..." You can smell the Khajiits breath as he fiddles with the amulet around your neck, it reeks of Skooma. You don't want to lose your amulet, you reach up and grab the Khajiits wrist. "This one hasn't left us yet it seems..." You sit up, it's painful to do so.

"Help..." you choke out.

"We might be able to help..." You hear the Khajiit closest to you say. "Dro Zhen, do we have anything to spare to help this weary traveler?"

"Hmm..." Dro Zhen begins to root through the cart, you take this moment to get a head cout of what you are dealing with. There are three Khajiit in total. The one closest to you, Ra Ziri, who is wearing a set of ragged leather armor and has a steel dagger looped through his belt, Dro Zhen, the one digging through the cart, who is wearing a set of rusted steel armor and has a claymore strapped to his back, sitting on the cart watching you is the third Khajiit, she is wearing plain clothes and is missing large patches of her fur. "Yes we do!" says Dro Zhen, "But it's our last potion I'm afriad... What does this one have to trade?" The potion dangles loosely in his hand, the red liquid swishes inside the clear vial

A: Offer your amulet to trade

B: Beg for it

C: Attempt to bluff for it

D: Grab it and run

C: