Tsleeixth blinked in confusion as the scarred Dunmer began to wave a broken  bottle at him while demanding that he backed off, the young Imperial soon followed suit after the scarred Dunmer by waving, instead of a broken bottle, a sword at him. Raising his good arm in a gesture that -he hoped- would convey that he had no ill-intent towards the both of them, Tsleeixth was about to speak up when the Dunmer threw the broken bottle against him.

Eyes widening in surprise, he managed to use his available arm to protect his face as best he could, but still felt a few pieces of glass biting into his flesh and leaving light cuts on his face. Blinking in confusion, he looked as the Dunmer broke a window with a chair and then jumped out of the building, soon followed by the young Imperial.

Time seemed to slow down as the Argonian turned around to identify what had caused the scarred Dunmer to jump from the inn’s window and away from the building itself. Tsleeixth felt a groan of annoyance escaping from his mouth as he saw the Argonians entering the inn, a mix of pity and annoyance soon settling inside of him; in one hand he could understand why they were acting as they did, yet he knew that in the long run it would only breed more contempt from the people of Windhelm [i]”Or from the survivors if the Kamals end up taking the city.”’[/i] He thought morbidly before forcing his thoughts to stop dwelling on what could happen in the future and focus on the present.

He looked from the innkeep to the mass of Argonians that were trying to push their way inside of the inn. He cursed inwardly when he saw that the Nord woman pulled a dagger from under the counter, his eyes darting to the group of Argonians that were pulling out weapons themselves or looking for something with which to either defend themselves or outright attack the innkeep “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath as panic began to swell within him as he took in the scene. Time seemed to slow as Tsleeixth pondered on the alternatives before him, on one hand he owed nothing to the innkeep, and the more cynical part of his mind told him that most likely the Nord woman wouldn’t remember the one Argonian that had helped her, and that it was as simple as jumping from the window to get away from the soon-to be overrun inn….yet the other part of his mind told him that he couldn’t just simply leave the poor woman to whatever grisly fate she’d find at the hands of the Argonian mob.

Letting out a soft sigh as he made up his mind he turned to look at the woman “What are you waiting for, jump off!” He shouted at her before motioning at the broken window with his good hand, groaning when the innkeep seemed frozen by indecision “C’mon, what are you waiting for” He said to the nord woman, beckoning her to come over to his side. He breathed a sigh of relief when the woman finally listened to him, but frowned at what she told him once she was behind him.

“How do I know that you aren’t with the other lizards, that this isn’t some sort of trick.” Said the woman, disdain and mistrust evident on her voice as she spat the racist slur that the Nords commonly used when referring to his kind. 

Tsleeixth groaned at the words of the innkeeper. He didn’t know if it was the whole situation getting to her or that it was simply how the innkeep generally was “Look, wherever it’s a trick or not, I am helping you evade death at the hands of a bunch of angry Argonians, so if I were you I’d jump from the window and get away from here.” Said the annoyed spellsword as he looked at the rapidly approaching mob of Argonians, hoping that the Nord woman would make the right decision.

The woman doubted for a few more seconds before she jumped from the window that Sadri had broken. WIth that out of the way, Tsleeixth breathed a sigh of relief and retreated closer to the broken window “Well, here goes nothing.” He mumbled to himself as he placed a lightning rune in the area before the broken window, pouring just enough magicka into it so whoever stepped on it would get shocked and not outright killed. Once that was done he hastily jumped from the window, falling into the cold streets of the besieged city.

Checking his surroundings he noticed that the innkeeper was nowhere to be seen [i]”Good, she ran away.”[/i] He thought before he himself began running away from the inn and the mob of his kinsmen. He stopped after a while, panting tiredly as adrenaline faded from his veins and took in the cold air of Windhelm “First someone throws a broken bottle in my face and then I have to run away from the inn because the other Argonians of the city are going crazy.” He grumbled in annoyance, kicking a pebble in exasperation at the events of the day. 

Breathing slowly to try and calm himself, Tsleeixth let out a heavy sigh as he rubbed his forehead to try and stave off the headache that he felt was coming “By Sithis, when the Kamal break into the city they'll find we did their job ourselves.” He said, chuckling bitterly at the turn of events “And it's all because of that damn elder!” He shouted as he remembered the words of the old Argonian after the second battle against the Kamals. Breathing deeply Tsleeixth tried to calm himself after his outburst when suddenly a thought dawned on him “Of course, the elder!” He said as he facepalmed “If he managed to get the other Argonians so riled up he might be able to get them to stop this damn riot.” He said, his lips curling upwards in the Argonian equivalent of a smile as a plan began to form in his mind “Will probably need to find another Argonian who knows where the elder is and who isn't part of this damn riot first though.” He mumbled as he began to walk again, looking for someone who could lead him to the Argonian elder [i]”Who knows, perhaps he can help me understand what that dream meant.”[/i] He thought as he remembered the dream that he had earlier that day, wondering if, perhaps, the other Argonians in the city had experienced something similar before dismissing the idea, opting to focus himself on finding someone or something that could lead him to the Argonian elder.