Sarel watched as his team moved in, Serge and Malakaus taking the front, as he doused his own enemy in flames. Once the group had dispatched of the enemies at the front of the cave Sarel had had enough. He stopped the flames with an expert accuracy and pulled the shield from the Khajiit’s hands with his telekinesis. Only moments after, Sarel had his left arm around the bandit’s furry torso, his armored chest against the Cat’s bare one, and Sarel’s wakizashi plunged into the Khajiit’s stomach and out the other side. Ruthlessly, Sarel disemboweled the bandit and left him dying on the floor. He was told to team up with Serge, behind Malakaus, he did. 

As the duo made their way further into the darkened cavern, Serge turned to his Dunmer friend. 

“You know, I can’t stop thinking about that girl, the one we met earlier.” 

Sarel held his katana in front of him resolutely, moving slowly and deliberately, he didn’t look at Serge. “The Dunmer girl?” he asked. 

“Yes.” The Breton responded. 

“Well, maybe you’d be better off focusing on the giant cat in the next room.” Sarel said, a bit of grumpiness in his voice. The lack of [i]herba[/i] was getting to him. 

“Oh, what? Don’t tell me you’re jealous.” Serge remarked as they passed the dead or dying bandits on the floor. 

“Hardly. Dunmer women know better than that.” Sarel said with a slight smile. 

“I’m a little appalled that you’d say something like that.” Serge turned to Sarel in the narrow hall as Malakaus set out into the room ahead. The fight began, “I’ve had Dunmer women before, and it should be known that I’ve been called a catch.” Serge put his sword away and so did Sarel, as if they were on break. 

“By your mother, no doubt” Sarel added. 

“When was the last time you had sex?” Serge asked, defensively. 

“What kind of bloody question is that?” Sarel asked as he produced a small pouch from his rucksack, corn nuts. He ate a few and gave some to Serge. Malakaus was slammed against a wall, the cave felt as if it’d shook. But, he seemed to be able to handle it. 

“I don’t know, you seem to be a little up tight.” The Breton responded. 

Serge rolled his huge, crimson, almond eyes. “You’re right, it’s probably because I’ve never had sex.”

“What?!? That’s unbelievable.” Serge said as a crossbow bolt was launched. 

“It is a little unbelievable, isn’t it?” Sarel said as he put his bag of corn nuts away. Malakaus blocked an attack then sent the weapon flying, Sarel realized that was the end. He made his way into the cave room without another word. 

“Oh, wait a minute. It’s not true, is it?” Serge said as he followed behind. 

The group watched in silence as Sharee created a vulnerability in the giant cat, then ran him through. As fresh blood streamed onto the sodden floor, Serge whistled as an exclamation, “you’re quite vicious, aren’t you?” Serge said outloud. 

Sarel hit his friend’s armored side, “Yes, she is” he said, all sorts of meanings bubbling to the surface from there. 

Sarel made his way over with Sharee when Malakaus called her over. He saw it’s usefulness, especially concerning things to be built for the ship. He noticed the Orc looking for something in his bag. He couldn’t tell what it was, but he decided to offer assistance in any way he could. “I could carry this back to the ship using my telekinesis.” Sarel said easily. “If you don’t mind me handling your booty.” Sarel said soberly, not noticing the absurdity of the statement. Serge heard it, started laughing from somewhere else in the cavern.