Kris had always been a little put off by Argonians. Growing up they had been a rarity, and even in cosmopolitan Cyrodil they had been reasonably rare. The Legion hadn’t discriminated, but the balance of the troops were humans rather than the beast races. This one seemed to be on some sort of a quest to free the slaves. That was fine with Kris, admirable even but she didn’t particularly want to be involved with it.

“Well Daixanon,” she began, taking hold of the mer corpse by both arms. Straightening her legs she pitched the body over the precipice and into the chasm. The body tumbled out of sight into the rainbow illuminated darkness. She was about to wish the Argonian well and be on her way when a thought occurred to her. 

“Wait you want to cause a distraction?” The gear whirred in head as she puzzled out the possibilities. 

“I know the man who owned these people, his name is Vorn,” she explained.

“And I’m willing to bet he dosen’t know one Argonian from another…”