Dar'Jargo
Separated from the others, Dar'Jargo followed the smeared blood path down the stairs. If he could find her, and he had the claw... they could sell it, and hunt together. But... what if she doesn't want to? What if this is all a spell she casted on him? He was a cat after all, and Bosmers can tame animals. He refused to think he was under a trance.
Coming to the end of the staircase, four skeevers come darting out from the table at him. Quickly pulling up his daggers, he began to thrash at them violently. With a few cleverly placed attacks, they all fell to the floor dead withing seconds. He sheathed his daggers, and followed the blood trail to the back of the table with his eyes.
"Khajiit doesn't want to hurt you... I want to help you." Slowly he walked towards the table, a hand on his dagger just in case. "I have the claw, we can go and sell it, and hunt with each other." He grinned happily as he thought about the idea. "I'm a fairly good marksman you know." He had reached the table, and even slower, he walked around the edge of the table until he reached the wood elf. "What do you say?" He dug in his satchel for a moment. Dragging out his last Potion Of Healing, he lowered it to her. "I don't need them, Our stealth and marksmanship combined will make us unstoppable."
WILL POST AS MIRANDA AFTER THADINE POSTS