Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-12599067-20141022022116

Ma'Jharo punted the elven commander off the branch and into the fire shortly after he died, as he did intend on throwing his ashes in the governor's face, before making his way back to the group along with Valuril. Despite the hole in his greaves and slash on his arm, Ma'Jharo was still grinning, although it was a little more forcibly this time.

"The elven sons-of-bitches are at Falinesti," Ma'Jharo announced. "Now, Ma'Jharo has to go find his sword," the mercenary said as he turned to excuse himself from the hall.

Unfortunately, Dralnach was soon in his path, his axe held loosely in one hand and small flames flickering in the other. He had a few cuts and scratches but otherwise seemed okay, if not irate and somewhat exhausted. Ma'Jharo tried to step around him, but the Reachman blocked his way.

"You can have your sword back once I have my things back," Dralnach said adamantly. "And if you think you're going to just push me out of the way, you're going to get an axe in your back."

"Really?" Ma'Jharo asked, unimpressed. "Ma'Jharo notes that this one waited until Ma'Jharo was unarmed before saying anything. Coward," he sneered.

"Call me that again and I'll stick my boot so far up your ass you'll shit blood," Dralnach warned. Ma'Jharo looked at the axe, then back to Dralnach, then back again. If he was afraid, he didn't show it.

"Ma'Jharo can wait all day."

"So can I."

There was a moment of silence as Ma'Jharo and Dralnach held one another's gaze. Then the Khajiit made a sound of disgust and rolled his eyes before he stalked off in the opposite direction. Dralnach's eyes followed him until the Khajiit was out of the room, then took a seat in front of the hall's entrance, knowing that it was the only way back to the ground and that Ma'Jharo wouldn't be able to retrieve his sword otherwise.