Kharmam looked at the khajiit with furrowed brows and a wrinkled nose. Chances were the cat wouldn't make it. The question was whether to grant her mercy and kill her now, and hope for unlikely salvation and let her rot. The redguard found herself staring at the rock Kharrn had discarded earlier. It would do if it came to that. Her brooding was interrupted by Ayron who appeared suddenly.

[color=f26522]Good, you're back[/color], Kharmam said, [color=f26522]Were you able to salvage anything useful?[/color]