Kahl sunk in his chair, almost hiding under the table. The presence of new people made him weary. Ja talked to them so well, yet it made him want to just run away. He rubbed the hilt of one his throwing knives...he eyed his makeshift vambracers. Using them to hold his knives was a good idea. He peaked his head up a bit. He looked at the argonian. She had an importance to her, something about her. She was apart of something big, but she somewhat seemed stressed. She looked like she had a lot on her mind. The Breton on the other hand was an odd man. Kahl hadn't seen that many Bretons, and their large size usually made him run away in fear. These two were dangerous...not someone to mess with. He had to talk fast before Ja got back.

"H- H- hi...p- p- please excuse the o- other one....h- he isn't very smart an- and had a few drinks....he will t- t- try to flirt with you." 

Kahl ducked back down when he saw Ja' getting closer to the table. He moved around in his seat, the situation made him uncomfortable.