James nearly jumped when he heard a voice from beside him, and he moved his hand against his dagger, hidden within his clothes. He hadn't realized that anyone was beside him, he turned around to face the person, and found that it was a Bosmer. "Rougher than you can imagine." James replied, sighing as he did so. lowering his hand. "Judging by the way you spoke, I presume you saw. One doesn't just say words like that to someone he hasn't met." James said, quietly. If he did see what James did, he'd have to put on a small show. "Please, sir, don't take me to the guards." James said in an innocent tone. "It's the only way I can make money after my parents..." His voice trailed off as he thought about his parents, about his old home, and about how life used to be before he lost it all.