Kahl had got up and begun to brush himself off, still shaking. He looked at Khajiit who was much taller and old him. He didn't trust him, he could not believe he was gonna get away unharmed. "It shouldn't be this easy" Kahl thought to himself. He looked around, most of the people had went back to their drinks. The tavern had filled with drunken noise again. Fights were common here, so people had lost interest quickly. Kahl rubbed his arm and turn away from the Khajiit. 

"Y- y- yes i'm alone." he said in a low shy voice.

"Why do you ask?" 

He prepared to run in case the khajiit tried to do something funny. He grabbed onto the door handle, ready to open it if he needed to. Guards had rushed through the door, and Kahl fell to the floor.

"There was noise and three bodys are on the floor out side! What happend?!" The guard spoke loudly. His tone very angry.

"Th- th- they attacked me. T- t- this man saved me." Kahl pointed to the Khajiit. 

The guard turned to Ja, and began to question him.

"Were they armed?"
"Did you know them?!"
"Why did they want to hurt him?"