Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-11398314-20130901203327/@comment-25286356-20130915025545

The refugee arrives at Bruma. He goes to the local inn to rest. A few mugs later, the stranger claims he will be made Guard-Captain of Bruma. A Dunmer approaches him and asks:

-''There hasn't been a captain here in some times, now. Not since Burd died closing that Oblivion Gate, Divines rest his soul. What are your qualifications?''

The refugee chuckles and claims he has been poach--hunting for years, now.

Saren chuckles.

-''You don't just roll into a town and claim title, boy. Let us test your mettle, first.''

The refugee believes the elf to be simply a drunken brawler. He draws his shortsword, people stepping away to give them room. The Dark Elf draws a flaming katana, but sheats it. The youngest seems surprised, but the eldest taunts him.

First strike. Missed. The boy charges again. Missed. Saren smiles.

-Try catching me off-balance.

The two dance for a few seconds, before the refugee attempts a side attack. Saren catches his arm, hits the elbow to make his foe drop his blade. A kick behind the knee, bent. Saren then grabs the boy's throat and slams his body against the floor.

-Brave, but you have much to learn.

Saren helps him up. Saren Sarethi, Blade, the Dunmer claims.