[center][h2]An Argonian's Perspective[/h2][/center] 

Daixanos wasn't against Keegan's logic. Only his supposed cowardice. He had a feeling that Keegan's lack of determination in the conflict might have caused the death of some of the Braves. Dax lamented he couldn't be everywhere at once to give support. The Argonian winced at the sharp pain in his side, and it was a reminder he'd done his best. Hist help him, he'd tried. 

Still, it took the entire party moving forward for Dax to start moving as well. It was quite a hard thing not to turn about and take a few Kamal's down, even if he knew it would spell his doom. With a grunt, he loped forward to the fore of the group with his hunting bow at the ready. Dax kept his shoulders square and his head up, gazing to and fro to make sure they were not being pursued. 

The two days of trudging was dull and dreary. The wilderness and endless steps were taking its toll on his companions, he could tell. Daixanos was feeling quite the opposite. The Argonian was used to such wordless and hostile travels. Sevine was no less of a Hunter than he, but his stoicism and his Argonian regeneration helped him to remain somewhat more healthy for the time being. He could feel the scarred wound in his side and shoulder, now only aching echos of their original pain. 

Admittedly though, he was glad they made it to Fort Fellhammer when they did. The mines he didn't mind sleeping in, keeping first watch out of habit, even if they were within a safe place. He did manage to find some sleep later on. It cleared his mind for what he would need to deal with the following day. It seemed there were far more domestic problems than he had imagined. Yes, his people were always treated harshly, but this was different. 

It was when he was met with his fellow Argonians that he realized his recurring nightmares were perhaps not nightmares at all. What truly beset his homeland? He did not wish to leave his newfound companions, but his kinship to them was a far cry to his allegiance to the Hist and his true brethren. He gave the Argonian priest a look of understanding. "I have much to think." He said, and made his way into Dawnstar. 

Dax was nothing if not introspective. It was contrast to his decisive, predatory nature. Long it took before he made a decision, and yet he so often moved on pure instinct. He wished he had the answer now, though deep in his heart he knew that his time in Skyrim was coming to an end. Although... 

The muscled hunter found himself on the sidelines of a fight he did not see coming. It seemed that the Nord had a problem with Do'Karth and Sevine. What was the Nord's name again? He'd seen him before, but only briefly. His actions were brutish and unthinking, like a dying animal in its last throes of life. Only this one seemed to be pained from within. Was he infatuated with Sevine? Dax found that he truly did not care. What he did care about was a fellow hunter's honor, as well as Do'Karth's, surprisingly enough. 

The Khajiit had healed Daixanos, after all. Dax felt a certain thanks to him for that. And so he waited, and watched the ensuing conflict. It was not his place to interrupt a duel of honor, and even if neither knew it, this was clearly for Sevine's honor. The Argonian rested his hands on his BattleAxe as the two fought, tooth and claw. It was quite the display. The Nord was no slouch, as Dax expected. Do'Karth surprised him, though. He had not known the Khajiit was a true fighter. He used his claws with an accuracy that Daixanos appreciated within his own skill set. 

Once the fight was over, he found he had enjoyed watching. He was not one to applaud, though he surely would have. The Argonian appreciated a good bout, regardless of emotions or personal feelings. Speaking of which, D'Karth and Sevine embraced, hinting to Dax his original thought was correct. This [i]had[/i] been about Sevine. 

Dax wasn't stupid, but he had a difficult time with social cues after having lived on his own for years and years on end. Still, he knew a tender moment when he saw one and did not approach Do'Karth or Sevine for the initial moments of their reunion after the fight. He would offer congratulations when he could, however. Afterwards, he would speak with Tsleeixth. Dax was certain they had things to discuss.