Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140629105040/@comment-3293219-20140702130445

"What were you thinking bringing him back here!?" A Redguard woman balled, getting an cheer of approval from several voices, which errupted into further squabling amongst them.

Set's eye began to open as the sound of outraged voices filled his head before any of his sentience had the chance, he slowly oppened his eye and noticed that he was lying in a tent, a large tent, one that reminded him of the one that his dad used to live in, only this one was much smaller. The Bosmer lay there as he tried to figre out where he was, constantly blinking as his eye adjusted to the light, his mind was still recovering, so he didn't think to simply look up or roll over.

The Bosmer slowly sat up, only just realising that his hands were bound together with rope. He sighed, heavily, looking over to the open flap of the tent and seeing the Redguard woman in question, arguing with someone else, presumably the group leader.

"Look, we found him alone... No other sign of his group and Tyler can cover his tracks!" Methral snapped before turning back to the rest of her group.

The Dunmer glanced around at a few doubters, it was obvious in their eyes that they just didn't believe in her, not like they believed in him. With Irvine gone, she had some big shoes to fill, she felt like she had, had a bad start as nobody seemed to believe that she was capable and every decision she had made over the past three days had been followed by questions and whining.

"Look... We have him bound and under guard and as soon as he wakes up, we can..." She was cut off as a number of group members began to gasp, suddenly horrified by something. They saw as Set sat up, watching them, listening to their every word and a number of people backed away as if they were expecting him to break his bonds and go on a rampage.

Set managed to defy their expectations by simply sitting there, glancing to each one, individually. He was still wearing the armour that Agatha had given him, Methral's people had no desire to see him without it and decided that he should be able to keep it...

The people of Camp Alessia turned to Methral, wondering what her next move would be, from the overall tone and atmosphere of the room, many would think that they wanted her to slay him on the spot for insulting her by looking at them with his bloodshot eye. Their leader found herself hanging her head and sighing, looking back, over her shoulder as she looked to Colm, nodding. Colm hadn't said much since Irvine died, frustrated as hell taht Methral had also made it out alive as she was next inline to the 'throne.'

Even though everyone saw her as weak and the lesser leader to Irvine, she was head and shoulders above him and he knew this, he knew this all too well...

The Dunmer stepped into Set's tent, ordering for an Imperial guard to close the flap behind him as she approached the Bosmer, exercising extreme caution, incase he lunged for her and tried to eat her or something else that a savage would do, if he got his hands on her. To her surprise, he just sat in silence, staring up at her, with his shimmering, green eye, looking defeated and half dead...

There was a long pause as they looked to eachother, both of them knew who the other was and what was likely to happen, if they were both unbound. Yet... Neither of them wanted to attack the other.

Methral saw Irvine's death, she knew that it wasn't Set, who did it. It was the other Bosmer and his Dunmer friend as well as that freak, who killed Grom. Set wasn't even in the room and the drama that he and that Breton girl caused gave her enough time to retreat, regroup and pull out, in many ways, she owed Set a lot.

Set on the other hand knew that Methral wasn't anything more than Irvine's enforcer, sure, Irvine attacked his home but so have a few other people over the years. The only thing he truly resented Irvine for was raping Julie but then again, Aratius did that and she went crawling to him...

Maybe she likes it, just like she liked being tortured and ensuring that he was heartbroken and beaten down to the point where he could no longer care about anything. Set felt completely empty at this point, no longer caring what was in store for him as he looked the Dunmer in the face, he knew that if she wanted him dead, he'd be dead or on the chopping block at least. So, there's only one other things she'd want out of him, information, he was likely to be tortured, his only regret was that fate was cruel enough to not let his pain be passed onto Julie, so that she could feel every moment of agony that he was put through.

Not that it mattered, Julie, Maria, Jaryl, Isis... They were a previous chapter in his life, a chapter that closed, the second that he hit the ground, in those woods. That Set died, eaten by a bear, while his beloved frolicked through the forests, relishing the drama that she was creating and loving every bit of attention that her little stunt got her.

He hoped that it was worth it...

The Bosmer glanced up to the Dunmer, who was puzzled by his slow change in facial expression as he sat there, thinking, he seemed to go from an apathetic look to one seething with rage, the Dunmer didn't understand why but she began to make her assumptions, most likely something went wrong with his group.

If he was angry, alone and completely devoid of thought of feelings? Then perhaps she could persuade him to join her, he was skilled with a weapon, according to the survivors of the Crovenhoft Massacre and something told her that he had walked down some bad roads. Set had indeed walked a number of bad roads and he would have thought that with so many miles behind him, he would have left this world by now.

He took a deep breath before sighing and looking up to her, wondering what she had in store for him...