Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20141007044356/@comment-12599067-20141022003853

Ma'Jharo was doubled over and massaging his throat, making a noise something like continuous, raspy coughing as he did. As his voice returned, however, it became evident that the Khajiit was laughing, a rough and scratchy sound like steel being dragged across stone.

"This one thinks his 'Auri-El' can save him?" Ma'Jharo asked, looking over to the fallen Altmer with an amused but demented-looking light in his eyes as he rose to his full height. In the shadows created by the flames below, the mercenary looked very dangerous and quite possibly insane. "This one obviously hasn't lived very long if he thinks one of his great 'elven gods' can save him from being thrown into a fire. Tell Ma'Jharo this, elf; how old is this one?" the mercenary asked as he half-staggered over to the giant.