Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24376253-20140813223809/@comment-18750685-20140817124707

( Uhm... you may want to Google facial anatomy. )

Saren walked up behind Bjorn, then slammed him against the ground.

Saren's left shin spanned Bjorn's back horizontally, blocking his upper body and distancing himself from the legs. His right hand pressured against the Nord's elbow, locking the arm. Finally, the Dunmer's left forearm grabbed a handful of his victim's hair, controlling the head.

"Now... that we've... room to speak." Saren said as he painfully attempted to breathe through his nostrils.

"I did not... enjoy this. I wanted to... evaluate their strength... and courage. I acted brashly... and cost many innocent lives. I let... a woman impale me... then another flog me. I have seen and perpetrated... much more horrible actions... during the war."

Saren finally abandonned his nose and breathed through his mouth, stroking his stomach. He was still impressed at Bjorn's brutal force.

"You are our leader. I will not usurp your position. You are this group's leader. Heh, I doubt its members would follow me after all this. I will follow you, Bjorn. You need me on this expedition. If we find any civilization in Cyrodiil... you will need to survive against the dangers of the wilds. I know you hate me, Bjorn -- as do the others."

Saren stood up, freeing Bjorn and adopting a calmer stance, hoping things would retain a certain modicum of civility.

"As thus, once we reach our intended destination, I will leave. You'll never hear from me again -- even Riverwood won't. I'll disappear and seek death elsewhere. I do not expect you to forgive me, or like me in the slightest, but right now, you need someone with me level of experience and knowledge. By Azura, you can even cut my tongue, if it helps us move along."