Sharhafall went patrolling in the cell corridor, looking angry at the prisoners behind his helmet. The hemlet was closes shut, so his eyes was unseen.
"Prisoners! Listen up!" he stated.

Venoth tapped his foot impatiently. "Well, what are we listening up to?" he asked.

"As you've been told, you are to see the Empress in just a short time, or else..." Sharhafall stated.
"I'd say follow me. You'll get your stuff back. I'm to get you fools out of this place", he continued. He scratched his chin for a second and looked concentrated around the cells. "Let's go here."

"I don't need a gaurd escort, thanks." Riol muttered quietly, walking towards the door with his hand on the hilt of 'Purging Flame' a Daedric weapon enchanted with a medium strength fire spell. "I mean it's pretty obvious, we're free till our deadline. Like you'll find me." He continued, pushing open the door. Outside it was a dreary rain, torches where out and people hurried about their buisness.

Bane quickly pulled his Ebony Shortsword to himself from the counter. It wasn't anything special with the weapon; except the fact that Bane usually poisons it for quick murder. He quickly snatched an amulet, his of course, and snuck it down his pocket. He crawled on towards the exit. "You can tag along anyways, idiot.", he then croaked to the Argonian guard and went outside into the dripping rain, a silent hiss sizzling out of his mouth.

Sharhafall nodded at Riol. "As if we'd care, prisoner... just catch up in a year."
He started to follow Bane.
He sneaked up behind him, grabbed his neck, and pulled him into a nearby alley. No one else took notice of it.

"Listen up hea', Bane. I've something to tell you."
Bane stared at him.
"I am not a fucking guard", he said, and threw his helmet off. The rusty helmet hit the ground with a bang. "Never. I'd like to ally myself with ye'", he said. Bane opened his mouth to say something, while Sharhafall shooed a passing villager away with his left hand. Two of the fingers were missing.

Just before Bane was going to punch the crazy Argonian in the face, he thought again. Maybe talking would work. 'You know what? I'm not allying with anyone here. I'm just going to the empress and then I'll see what happens. The more chefs, the worse soup.", he then said. Why in the world he would go along with any of these poor souls that had been caught for their actual crimes he had no idea. Then he came to think of the woman that had been in the prison. The innocent one. He thought of laughing once again, but rememebered there were people around him now.

'Now, would you please let go of me before I start to use violence?', he then said with his calm and soothing voice.

Sharhafall thought for a while.
"I didn't say ally with any of them," he stated. "Aren't you a shadowscale, too? Or something like it. Black Marsh is ours. Fuck those poor people."
He looked at bane.
"Here, le'mme show you something." Sharhafall took his left steel glove off, and revealed the arm covered with almost the same kind of armour that Bane wore, namely Shrouded Armor. He then took the right one off, and the pauldrons. With a single push on the right shoulder, the cuirass magically fell off, and then he quickly kicked off the legs and jumped out of the boots.
"You see... Assassin. Just like you."
He drawed his hand over his right arm.
"I've customized it, myself. Like an old lady i sat in a shack and fixed it up. It's ultimate to me," he said and pulled 2 short daggers up from nowere. He juggled with them a bit.
"What do you say?"

Bane decided he had to repeat himself.
"The more chefs, the worse soup, moron. If you are an Assassin, you wouldn't want to ally with other Assassins, right? And I swear, you can't measure up with half of my skill." He then remembered he had left his Silver Bow inside the prison.
"On the other hand... Would you mind going into that rotten old place again and bring me something they confiscated?"

"No,"
Sharhafall nodded at Bane.
"Anything forgotten in thea' is confiscated, that means, lost forever."
He made a hint of laughter.
"On the other hand..." he said. "What a joke." And then, suddenly, he was gone, without a trace.

Bane lowered his head after the argonian had disappeared. Of course he wasn't sad; it was a defect of his to act creepily when around people.
"I need that bow", he thought. Slowly he wrapped his hands like in prayer, and closed his eyes. He silently walked out of the alley, and everyone that stared at him recieved a sharp glance, which usually made them regret their act. He went back toward the barracks; he was going to kill every single one of the guards if he wasn't given his bow back.
It wouldn't be a big challenge to pick them off one by one, but if more than three of them were to attack him he would be doomed. Then again, he might just get the bow without a fight. He slowly placed an agile foot on the barracks door, opened it, and smoothly jumped in.

Selik was sitting at a table in the Merchant's Inn. He took a long sip of his mead and stretched his arms behind his head. He'd had a long day.
"Barman , another mead , thankyou.." he called coolly.
He lifted the mead in the air and popped the cork from the bottle when a large object flung into the back of his head , knocking his face onto the table.
A woman screamed as she saw Selik's bloody nose.
"I've found you you dirty son of a bitch! " a brutish looking orc bellowed at Selik as he clutched him by the scruff of the neck.
"You aint gettin' away from me this tiiime" He said quietly , slamming another huge fist into Selik's stomach.
Selik had begun to feel the pain now. The first blow had rendered him slightly oblivious to what had been happening , and the several meads didn't help. He felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and swing his head towards the beastly orc , connecting on the bridge of its nose.
Blood flowed rapidly. Selik had hit the right spot.
"GAAAARRRRRRGHH!!!!" the orc screamed. It's nose was bent wildly in the wrong direction.
"Leave me be , Gradz-Kro-Kurgh , i payed you back!" Selik shouted , while stumbling away , slowly edging his hand towards his dagger.
"NO , NO , YOU PAYED ME BACK , BUT IT WASN'T ENOUGH!! YOU'VE HAD LONG ENOUGH!" Gradz bellowed , charging at Selik once again. Selik ducked but the orc lifted him up in his powerful arms.
The orc spat into Selik's face and hurled the body straight at the door.
It was asif his body was traveling in slow motion. Selik felt the impact of the strong wooden door against his side , he imagined feeling all of the shards and splinters of wood crashing into him aswell , but it was only his imagination.
Selik had been hurled into the street where he went crashing into one of the local Khajiits who ran the Black Horse Courier. He let out a gasp and darted off to summon a guard.
Selik opened his eyes to a slit and gazed at the huge orc , standing in the doorway.
The last thing he saw was Gradz leaping at him and dropping another of his huge fists into his face...

Haska moved from the crowd of people watching what has happening in the inn. He stood behind the huge orc looking at its back before he coughed loudly to get its attention. Orc turned round quickly making the robed figure jump back slightly and letting his hood fall back off his face revealing his blue scales and red snake like eyes, it was possible to pick out a few red scales amongst the blue ones of his skin. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha what is this some kind of freak show" he taunted.
"No no no it’s not my green friend it’s just me haska. But from what i havee seen your hurting my friend." he snarled as he spoke.
The orc laughed loudly "You think you can stop me doing what I WANT!"
"yes I do because I believe I can drop you in a short time" gradua;y laughing at the end the argonian pulled the hood over his face again letting the spikes on his head tear through the hood. The orc slammed his fist into the argonian's face knocking him over a table amongst the crowd. The argonian moved from the crowd towards the orc waiting for his next chance. He laughed again at the argonian "is that all you got how about i through you out with him" And with that the orc picked up the argonian lifting him into the air by the throat. Quickly one of the blue scaled hands slammed into the orcs throat and the argonian muttered something quickly. Very slowly ice started to consume the orc from were the hand had touched him spreading towards the argonian from the orcs arms. The blue scaled hands then reached his opponents forearms before he muttered something else. The orcs arms disintegrated to bone allowing the argonian to move. The argonian laughed as his foe slowly died before he ran out the inn grabbing the man on the way out. The guards ran into the inn and gave time for the argoniuan to move outside the gate and get a good run into the deep forest and lose himself.