Captured (continuation from askmeme, Nor/Moraelyn)
âFrightfully rude of them,â he muttered. âFoolish, too⌠Ah, here we are.â The shackles came apart, creaking slightly as he pried them from Norâs stiffened wrists. âI trust they have not harmed you. If they had a mind to ransom you, it wouldnât make sense for them to have you damaged.â
He crouched next to the Argonian, sliding a spare dagger from his belt and offering it to him handle-first. He grinned pleasantly, a touch overbright. âShall we kill them?â
Another soft grumble as Nor idly rubs at his wrists. âThey did not. I am not so stupid as to attempt to fight back with that many arrows trained on my form. Though at least they had enough sense to realize not to push their luck when it came to me. Even without my weapons, my teeth are still plenty sharp and plenty capable of tearing flesh,â he added, an almost prideful note taking hold of his voice.
At the offer of the dagger though, itâs clear to see the gleam that appears in the Argonianâs eyes, one hand reaching out to take hold of the weapon. âI do believe we should. Because I certainly know Iâm not about to leave my daggers in their clutches, besides returning the favor for this little imprisonment of theirs, after all.â A number of ivory hued teeth glint in the light as Nor grins, the assassin motioning lightly with a hand. âWould you like to go first, or shall I?â
âAt least the scum seem to retain some amount of sense, then, with such teeth as yours.â He arched his eyebrows as he turned his own daggers between restless fingers, quite delighted by Norâs offer. âWhat fine manners you have, muthsera. I believe weâll get along quite famously,â he whispered, a vaguely playful note to his voice.
He rolled his shoulders, stretching out his armsâ tendons for the work to come as he considered his options. âWell then, dear Brother, let's not waste good shadows. Since you offered, Iâll clear away that guard at the table down the hall for you, and let you have your fun with his superior. Agreed?â