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Wrex walked to Argus as he spotted him going into the tent. The man looked like a warrior, a warrior who was troubled by something. To others, this may have been something that would have put them off, but to a dragonborn who has taken the creed, it was a call to action. A call to action, as much as it was a curiosity that Wrex had to sate.

Standing at Argus's tent, Wrex looked with interest at the tent, wondering what could bother the human inside. "You are bothered by something, warrior. I will to know what it is so I may be able to figure out whether or not I can aid you." Wrex spoke in his kindest voice, which still sounded like quiet fog horn. After asking his question, Wrex stood up, showing his full size and armor, the sheathed bone sword dangling on his side.