Malakaus was quick to charge in, and even quicker to get into the fight. By the time they had finished off the wounded bandits he charged past, he had the Cathay-raht in a precarious position. She heard the offer Malakaus made as they entered the room. She watched the Khajiit's reaction carefully as more of the team came into the chamber, thoroughly outnumbering him. 

"Join you? You just killed all..." The Cathay-raht began, but he paused as his eyes drifted over each of his armed foes before him. "Actually, that speaks volumes of you. Khajiit is not going to die over nothing, and he recognizes strength when he sees it. This one...will join you." 

Sharee sheathed the dagger in her left hand and started to walk past him, giving him a pat on the shoulder as she moved past. "Good, that is good. I like finding sensible people for my crew, people who will cooperate." As she walked behind him, he turned to face her. She seemed more interested in examining the crates of supplies in the back of the room, however, so he turned back to speak to the Orc. 

"A crew? So you have a ship, then? Khajiit has never worked aboard a ship before, but he can..." The Khajiit began, but he was suddenly and violently interrupted when Sharee's cutlass impaled him through his chest, stabbing precisely through his heart. In the last moments of his life, he looked down at the blood-soaked blade in shock. "You...lying..." 

Sharee pulled her blade from his body and kicked the corpse to the ground. "There we go, last threat eliminated. Now, let's see if we can find enough skooma in these supplies to fill a crate." She ordered as she sheathed her blade, acting as if nothing was wrong.