Landstriders couldn't appreciate just how highly the Saxhleel prized well cooked meat. As Kris tossed the slab of ham to the hound, Dax grabbed the line of smoked beef with his scaled hand to keep it steady. Even at such scalding temperatures, he held it firm (but only for a moment) as he plucked off a stout chunk of beef to be consumed. Argonians were more like Men and Mer than they would likely admit, but there were still oddities in their anatomy. Kris would see the 14 ounces of beef be devoured in merely two bites, the lumps of meat bulging in the hunter's throat. 

As they moved into the next selection of rooms, Dax made sure to keep his tail free of the ground. The scraping of it loud to his and his new companion's ears, even if the hound and the slumbering boor paid no mind. Up the stairs into the dining room, if Daixanos had hairs on his skin they would have stood on end. There was something about lavish wealth that was distasteful to him, and being in the belly of the Dunmer beast had him on a wary alert. 

"A sound plan," He murmured, his reptilian face unable to show if he was kidding. 

Truth be told, he wasn't. In the wilderness, you did what you could, with what you could. If this was the best they could do, then it would do. He turned his gaze at Kris, a bloodletting simmering behind his eyes. He gripped the haft of his axe, the broad head silently moving to bear in front of him, only the glint from the light of a distant window giving any indication they were there. "Are you prepared?" He asked, sounding disturbingly human when he spoke quietly. 

Once he received her nod, he moved in two parts. First, his yellowed eyes switched from her to the door, and then he moved. His gait was much like what one would imagine the large flightless birds of Akivir would adopt when chasing after prey. He impressively made it halfway across the reception foyer before someone spotted him. The dunmer woman pointed, unable to voice a warning so frightened and bewildered was she. 

The next patrolman saw him next, and then he saw the table and the ceiling in whirring succession after his head had been cut from his shoulders. Daixanos shouldered the flopping corpse out of the way to topple, and he felt the crack of lightning behind him as Kris let loose a spell, the scent of ozone materializing on his tongue. The Argonian only felt it but a second, his gait was even more suited for the stairway. Another guard rushed down the spiraling steps. He had enough time to draw his blade before he was tossed end over end behind Daixanos. Kris would make it the stairs to see a dunmer tumbling down it, and she let him pass before ascending.   

The second floor was made of curiously carved timber and ebon steel. Bits of the metal work flowed into cresting waves along the pillars and ceilings, giving a sinister air to the inset laden architecture. The antechamber had four of the dunmer soldiers, two of them who were just getting up from a curious board game with bone peices, and the other two standing at the ready, though they didn't seem to expect a sudden rush by ones like Daixanos and Kris. 

Dax was good but he wasn't skilled enough to confidently beat four trained soldiers, particularly not in their element. Instead he didn't think of a stratagem bar playing the predator, placing all of his strength in a frenzied rush at the first guard. The Dunmer, trying to shake off his shock at Dax's appearance, made a draw cut with the unsheathing of his curved sword. Scales were parted from Dax's snout, but it didn't save the Dunmer from having the side of his breastplate chopped into, the metal thinner at his flanks. 

Behind them in the next hallway were a small number of opulent offices that held the same decorum, where ledgers and papers of ownership were likely stashed. At the tail end of the hall was Vorn, who spilled his blood red wine at the sight of one of the soldiers brutally murdered not ten paces away. The Dunmer he had been toasting with drew back, aghast. "To arms! An uprising!" He called, drawing a serrated dagger from his ornate sheath. 
[@Penny]