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Jolgeim watched as the only woman in their group slide right next to the dark elf, whisper something barely audible in it's ear only to almost disappear next through some magic he had rarely seen.

From the looks they were given, he knew that the locals might be distrustful of them but to react so drastically, the woman was suspicious if not downright unstable. In addition, he had smelled blood on her where none of them had bled.



"Alright, I guess we should check this place out." One of the group said, distracting him for a moment, Jolgeim lightly swayed his head left and right in a 'Nothing better to do' manner and proceeded right next to Snow and Pilpen, making sure his back was turned to the group.


"Thanks for the help." He said softly with a slight curve of the lips, holding up Pilpen's hand and placing a few of his own copper coins into them. A seemingly kind gesture but Jolgeim was hoping that seeing this, the boys would elevate some of the tension they had with the townspeople. Even if they had lost most of their belongings and the others were scrapping for gold, in the long run it would be worth, his instincts were sure of it.


"We will be heading to Anvil on the morrow, then?" Truth be told, he was wary of the whole lot of them, even if they could not tell. None of them had introduced themselves yet and the white haired man seemed the sanest and even he looked like he had something to hide. Nords like him, no matter they came from, shared a same dislike of treachery and shifty characters.

Jolgeim clutched his sternum where the scimitar had struck*. Looks like he won't be getting any rest tonight ...

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*OOC: Refer to Beach Scene, injury was mentioned to have been sustained upon the Serpent's Wake.