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Oh, of all the loathsome things. A soft hiss leaves the Argonian's frame, his gaze running over the chip that now marred the bladed edge of his ebony dagger. That bandit just had to bring up their sword to block his strike, didn't they? Like the Brotherhood armor hadn't been enough of a hint that the Argonian wasn't one to be trifled with? Foolish bloody Nord, was their own fault they were now a corpse bleeding out on the side of the road. A rather disdainful glare is cast down at said body before Nor lets out a weary sigh, replacing the weapon into its sheathe before moving it to the security of his satchel. It certainly wouldn't be seeing any more skirmishes until he got it to a smith. The last thing Nor wanted was the blade possibly cracking in two, after all. He was at least thankful that he had a second dagger with him, though truthfully the Argonian wasn't as keen about showing it off. Mehrunes' Razor was an item that the assassin was rather protective of, but he didn't exactly have much choice in keeping it hidden if he wanted to defend himself.
Another tired sigh leaves Nor's lips as he readjusts the position of the Razor's sheathe before his gaze returns to the body once more, a slightly furtive glance being aimed up and down both directions of the road he was currently on. No one else in sight yet, but the assassin knew he couldn't count on such a thing for too long. He'd better get to moving it somewhere off the path and decently hidden. Didn't need it being found too soon after he'd left the scene and coming back to bite him in the tail.
