Motesi was surprised at the quickness of his new companions, they responded with vigor and perhaps a touch of zeal. He was grateful, hoping this encounter could end without bloodshed. Even so, his mind was abuzz and his fingers tingled with ever ready magicka. With his focuse, he hoped for the Nords sake that they'd leave without causing scene.

"I believe these men were just leaving, actually. They seemed to have the wrong idea about my relations with the lovely bartender. I merely inquired about local gossip and rumor. Sirs, I suggest going about your night as you were, before anyone can do something they might regret," Metosi reasoned with the pair. He felt fairly confident in his group's skills and he didn't see the Bosmer close. They were most effective unexpected with room to breath.

Action: Attempt at neutralizing the situation.