Kahl sat up in his seat. He mustered up what little confidence he had. Kahl slammed his fist onto the table. He had the opportunity to take down someone who tortured him his whole life, then he had work on something he had experience in. He wanted it, and wasn't gonna let Ja throw it all away.

"Damn it Ja! Stop speaking for me! I don't want a ride! I said I was looking for work, and i've found it you drunken fool! Look I know where you can find what your looking for, but under one condition. The captain, is mine!"

He felt better for speaking up. But he still felt like it may have not been the right thing to do. But he wanted the captain dead, and he wanted him for himself. This was his one and only chance. He rubbed the pommel of his dagger, he was itching to get the wet with blood. Killing seemed to calm him, he didn't have to talk. No one was reling on him, it was his own litttle world. It felt better than a skooma high to him. That's he wanted to help the argonian and this is what had to do.