Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140923020743/@comment-12599067-20140924003914

Soon, two more figures joined the scene. A relatively tall Khajiit outfitted in a set of very ornate but obviously battle-worn armor with a massive scimitar strapped to his back strode towards Malachi and the man in the Mithril armor, with a figure in a mix of leathers and furs strode behind him, a cowl obscuring his face from the employers. They were speaking in hushed tones to one another, and as they drew closer, it was evident that they were arguing with one another.

"Ma'Jharo told you the employers would be here," the Khajiit said smugly but quietly, not turning to make eye contact with the hooded man.

"We don't even know if these are our employers. For all we know, they're just some other mercenaries' employer and they're running off to go murder the Emperor," argued the man in a weak attempt to preserve his dignity.

"That is the most pathetic argument Ma'Jharo has ever heard. Besides, he simply must be our employer. He certainly looks wealthy. That armor is absolutely magnificent," Ma'Jharo answered before turning to their employers and waving to them to see if they were indeed their employers, although he was unsure what else these people would be doing sitting outside a ruined estate.