Gentleman Adventurer
A True Gentleman
Avitus' new defender, whose race seemed ambiguous at the moment, placed one hand on his shoulder and the other beneath his chin. A jolt of pain shot through the theif as light pressure was applied to his broken jaw, but it soon turned to relief as a golden-green light spread out from the man's hands, healing his jaw and removing any trace of injury. He started to massage his mended jaw, testing it out, and once he was sure it wasn't going to break without another direct hit from a metal fist, he moved to thank his savior.
Sadly, the healer appeared to be dumber than he had let on, as he had tapped on the Imperial woman's shoulder and was now yelling at her. There was a brief flash of anger in her eyes, and for a second Avitus thought she was going to break this newcomer's jaw as well, but she must have been able to hold her anger back, as she proceeded to answer the man's question relatively calmly. He defended Avitus once again, verbally rather than physically this time, but the woman would have none of it. She looked to be preparing another, possibly more angry, response when she was interrupted by the Imperial man who had accompanied the Nord. He looked like a drunkard.
"I've got the perfect remedy to this situation. Sure, we may be enemies and at each others' throats now, but in an hour after taking this, we will all be the best of friends. So, moon sugar, anyone?"
Oh, so he wasn't a drunkard. He was a druggie. Much better. The Imperial woman, in an absurd act of ignorance, grabbed some from the bowl the addict was now offering to the group at large. Her inquiry about how to take it established that Khajiit drugs weren't a familiar area for her. Avitus smirked. He hoped she choked on the stuff.
What was shaping up be an entertaining little affair was interrupted yet again, this time by the arrival of the black-clad Breton, now followed by what must have been an exceptionally hairy Bosmer.
"Just what's going on here, and who are you people?"
Avitus decided not to answer that question. Introducing himself a second time would probably give him another broken jaw. Or worse.
Sadly, the healer appeared to be dumber than he had let on, as he had tapped on the Imperial woman's shoulder and was now yelling at her. There was a brief flash of anger in her eyes, and for a second Avitus thought she was going to break this newcomer's jaw as well, but she must have been able to hold her anger back, as she proceeded to answer the man's question relatively calmly. He defended Avitus once again, verbally rather than physically this time, but the woman would have none of it. She looked to be preparing another, possibly more angry, response when she was interrupted by the Imperial man who had accompanied the Nord. He looked like a drunkard.
"I've got the perfect remedy to this situation. Sure, we may be enemies and at each others' throats now, but in an hour after taking this, we will all be the best of friends. So, moon sugar, anyone?"
Oh, so he wasn't a drunkard. He was a druggie. Much better. The Imperial woman, in an absurd act of ignorance, grabbed some from the bowl the addict was now offering to the group at large. Her inquiry about how to take it established that Khajiit drugs weren't a familiar area for her. Avitus smirked. He hoped she choked on the stuff.
What was shaping up be an entertaining little affair was interrupted yet again, this time by the arrival of the black-clad Breton, now followed by what must have been an exceptionally hairy Bosmer.
"Just what's going on here, and who are you people?"
Avitus decided not to answer that question. Introducing himself a second time would probably give him another broken jaw. Or worse.