ARMS folded across her chest, Marya studied the Dunmer head to toes as a mother scrutinizing her prospect son-in-law as to assure herself the man wouldn’t have had some unholy intentions with her daughter. Marya was not a mother as of yet, though her suspicion of the Dunmer would stand firm. The Dark Elves haven’t all made a good name for themselves in Skyrim.
HER mother and her father had taught her to be wary. A thief she had seen, this much was certain, but the damn bastard had worn a damn hood! A hood! And, given that it had been at the shelter of the night, there hadn’t been much Marya had captured of the thief as she had attempted to restrain them. For some reason, though, she was certain he had been it. Or, at the very least, he could have had something to do with it.
“YOU can swear by the names of a thousand Gods,” the Nord coldly spoke, her expression harsh and unmoved, “And you can also summon the hatred of all of Skyrim for all I care. I’m not concerned with your whereabouts or business, as long as you keep your hands off my belongings!” She walked closer to him, looking him straight in the eye. “You look very much like that bastard I saw. Or, perhaps, you know them. Regardless, I’ll have my justice!”
“ bah ! you nords and your silly accusations ! ” if looks could kill, sathol was pretty certain that his would have pierced through the nord woman and straight into the building behind them. all her claims were baseless, without proof. there was no way he could have stolen her coin, azura be damned, this was the first time he had even seen her in his entire life.
the dunmer was beginning to get annoyed, thoughts of a warm bed and shelter soon being replaced by those of violence and street fights. violent tendencies egging him on to just settle the entire problem using his fists. conscience and morality be damned to oblivion and back.
it’s tempting, but sathol stops the train of thought before it gets out of hand. a brawl would only ruin the dunmeri’s negative reputation in skyrim. he would not allow petty thoughts to tarnish that even further. this argument had to be settled by words, and not by fists.
“ listen closely, or your thick head might not get it. ” sathol reiterates, closing the gap between them. now only mere centimeters of air separated the two “ it was not me that stole your coin, nor do i know the n’wah that did. untill you bring sufficient evidence to prove that i was the one, i claim innocence to anything that happened before my arrival in riften. ”
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