Janius crossed his arms and watched Juran-Selth walk away. Kaleeth caught his attention with what she said, but he paused to try and understand. "Were you expecting something different?" He turned around to face her, briefly glancing in the direction Juran left. "You look an awful lot like you knew him differently. What did Juran-Selth used to be like?"

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Rhazii edged his way into position with his eyes darting between each of the bandits. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears that he worried about it giving away his position. All he had to do was get to his mark and run him through. Stay wary, but don't panic. He had ambushed a camp or two of Falmer like this. It would be similar enough.

He stood and advanced after the first arrow landed. Rhazii tried not to look at the shocking collapse of the struck Breton. The Khajiit screamed almost with the same voice as someone he knew. The atronach drew enough attention that he did not slow down. In the seconds that rushed by, however, Rhazii slid to a stop. It was necessary. The Imperial, his target, had just enough time to raise his guard with a weapon. Rhazii held his sword out, ready with a low guard himself. He tried to focus on his opponent over the smell of charred flesh.

They paced around each other. Rhazii's face was wide-eyed and blank, but his ear quirked at his mother's voice.

He made no rush to clash with the man immediately. Instead, he whispered across to the man, hoping Ahnasha would not hear. "Please, put the sword down." Rhazii swallowed. "Please."