Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140106175632

Harold Burned-Mane wrote: "My name is Ertius Vant, now come on Rashka we need to meet with the moth priest." he said leading the khajiit out of the barracks. Rashka followed in the footsteps of the Imperial named Ertius. Ertius... He tasted on the word, it sounded so strange and so foreign as it rolled off his tongue. Errrtiiiuuus... He never had much understanding for the strange names of Men and Mer. Why couldn't they have beautiful names like the glorious Khajiit? Ra'Danji had been his father's name and his mother... his mother. He tried not to think about it.

"So, erhm, Ertius is this one's name, yes? Rashka was wondering about other Khajiit and the nasty Dunmer vampire? He is wondering if this one knows where to find fellow men of Elsweyr and if Rashka have to sink his claw and teeth into the filthy flesh of the undead. Not that he would complain at all, no, if that is mighty Imperial's wish."

He tried to remain on Ertius' good side by "licking the fur" as his father called it, when one were to grovel at another one's feet. Rashka had after all seen how fast the Imperial could draw his sword. Rashka was fast with a dagger and precise with a bow, but he wouldn't want to get on a heavily armored Imperial's bad side for nothing.