Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-27783182-20131222234409/@comment-5583506-20140105034715

Ertius was in his desk writing his letter of resignation, then the Khajiit barged in. He looked up at he khajiit. "What in Oblivion...." was all he could say, he heard the yells from the guards outside who where looking for the khajiit. He slowly reached for his sword. "No, no, for all the moon sugar in Tamriel don't kill poor Rashka!" he begged. If he wasn't in enough trouble already he would have stabbed the man in the chest within an instant. But he just didn't have the time for it. The guards were out there on the streets looking for him.

He suddenly recognized the man in front of him as the Imperial who had been speaking with the two Khajiits when the Dunmer vampire had attacked.

There was no way out of the barracks except through the door he just had entered. He realised that this man was is only chance of getting out of this situation alive. He could only hope that the Imperial had a soft heart. Rashka fell to his knees and tried to look as miserable as a Khajiit possibly could.

"This one would do anything for mighty Imperial if he doesn't alarm the guards. Rashka may have forgot to pay some debts, that is true. But he swears that if the mighty Imperial protects him from mean guards chasing poor poor Rashka, he will be a good friend of the mighty Imperial. Yes! Yes, a very good and true friend! Rashka will guard the Imperial's back, if the Imperial guards his back."

Rashka just became aware once again of his minor intellect. He had been running into a barrack and the Imperial man in front of him was without further doubt an Imperial guard. Did he really think that he could persuade a guard to speak for his "innoncence" to the other guards? What was he thinking?

He cursed his own stupidity and could only hope and wait for a fitting answer. Meanwhile he heard the guards closing in somewhere behind him...