Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20140925102931/@comment-3293219-20141006092200

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Nadira looked somewhat confused at his final words, not really expecting them as soon as the Altmer passed out, she began to rummage around in his pockets for any bottles that would help dissinfect or even close the wound. She eventually found something of use and applied it to his leg, the contents of the bottle sizzled on contact with the wound and Nadira could tell that it must have hurt.

"Did he say something?" Sebastian asked, slowly waltzing over to her, with both hands in the pockets of his coat, he stopped, just behind the Red haired Breton and examined Dande from afar.

"Y-Yeah... Just about his potions, then he passed out..." Nadira informed him, putting the cork back in the bottle as she sat on her hip, propping herself up with her hand.

"Curious..." Sebastian muttered, looking down on the Altmer as he began to examine his face, only just realising that he hadn't got a good look at it.

"Hmm? What is?"

"Too well equipped to be an adventurer, looks a little too well groomed to be soldier and there aren't too many Altmer in Skyrim to begin with, few of them are combatants..."

"You're saying that he's... Thalmor?"

Sebastian laughed at the notion, turning around and slowly pacing around the area, though even he wasn't very good at hiding the fact that he thought that it was a possibility.

"I'd... Say that it's a possibility." He said, casually.

"But it isn't the only possibility..." He added, slowly approaching Dande and standing over him, looking down on the unconscious Altmer with a look of confusion as if he was still trying to figure him out.

"Not all Nords are Stormcloaks afterall, not all Imperials are loyal to the Imperial Empire..." He knelt down and observed the scar, it was old and close, obviously a war wound and not the kind that flashy sellswords get, when protecting nobility.

"But it would be a damned fine explaination..."

Nadira gave him a slight smile and nodded, looking back over Dande with a look of concern as she hurridly backed away from him. Stopping as she remembered that her Argonian brother's corpse was but a few feet behind her. Her sudden, repulsive attitude towards Dande got Sebastian suspicious as Nadira didn't usually have a negative thought about anyone, without knowing them first.

"Everything alright?" The Breton asked, looking and sounding a little concerned.

"Y-Yes... Fine Commander... Just..."

"Tired?" Sebastian gave her a slight smile and stood up, slowly wandering over to her and giving her his usual warm smile as he placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Go and get some rest." He suggested, in a kind whisper.

"You earned it..."

"But it's my turn to go on watch..."

"You can get me next time..." Sebastian replied, with a kind smile as he went back to Dande's side and knelt beside him.

"I'd like to have a little chat with our friend, when he comes around anyway..."