Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24449631-20140909202110/@comment-3293219-20140913195635

Azarath's eyes fixed on Elana as he stood, awaiting for Emarrel to take him to his captor. Ra-Jeed stood, a little less patiently as his whole body began to tingle as it was heating up, due to the tension. He hated it, the prickling itches all over his back and chest, like his skin was on fire.

"Okay... I've been using a mental ward to protect our minds from being read, anything stronger than that he'd detect and overthrow. Once we get up there, I'll have to cut it out as he'll just detect it and overthrow it and decide to kill me as well, for my trechary." The Khajiit mumbled, resisting the urge to itch as he grew more and more tempted to just alert his master to their presence and get them all killed to save his own skin.

It wasn't that he was selfish, per say, he just highly doubted that these people could make a difference. In his eyes, it was either kill everyone and live or help them and die with them, a classic rock and a hard place scenario that his Master warned him about before.