Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-203.118.166.141-20131124055428/@comment-203.173.159.60-20140607010451

Za'ryia leaps up from her chair, one hand on her sword's hilt. Her tail was puffed up, her icy-blue eyes flinty and her ears flattened. She regained her composure, and put a hand on Conara's shoulder warningly. "If he and his company attack, do not hesitate to end their lives. But, if they will, let us them attack first. We do not need some bounty over all of our heads." she whispered to him, her eyes still trained on the Orc.

She removed her hand, and addressed the warriors directly. "This is a Khajiit-Only inn, with one expectance, of course." she said, gesturing to the Argonian. "One warning shall be given; leave, or we will be forced to sheathe our claws."

Za'ryia took note of all the warriors, observing their body language and their possibility for a large amount of gold. He fingers twitched, itching to hold gold in their grasp. The Khajiit's eyes were still blue, but a ring over silver was spinning in their depths, the Beast inside her howling for blood.