It would be an understatement to say that Nil was glad for his companion’s interference. His relief was palpable as she told off the accusatory guardsman, who seemed taken aback by the vitriol in the tiny young woman’s voice. Now seeming considerably less sure of himself, the uniformed nord stumbled over his words, trying to justify his actions, “Well, miss, um this really doesn’t concern you and I’m afraid I can’t just take someone’s word-”
“Hey, watch how you talk to the Thane of Whiterun!” Another helmeted guard called out in warning to the one harassing the two civilians, who, despite the fact Nilovas could not see the man’s face, proceeded to look a whole lot less sure of himself.
“I see. Well, see to it you don’t do anything like this again,” the now quite peeved guard huffed at the half-mer before turning tail and all but running from the Wind District, appearing equal parts embarrassed and angry by this turn of events he likely had not expected.
Nilovas watched him, go, slightly amused, before turning to Eilonwy with a half smile and remarking, “Well, that was something. Thanks for stepping in. Can’t say I wasn’t expecting something like that to happen sooner or later, but I’m glad it did not escalate.”
That uncomfortable feeling had wormed its way back into his chest as he thanked the mortal, and Nil’s expression shifted ever-so-slightly to convey it as he looked away, his gaze moving from Elle to the steps back to the Plains District. With that, he once more remembered the stall that sold fresh cutlets of quality-looking meat. Now there was nothing short of divine intervention that would keep him from finally getting some decent food. “Though, if you don’t mind, I think there is a venison steak in the marketplace with my name on it, and I fully intend to find it,” he joked, already moving as he called out to the breton.