[center] Tenth of Sun's Dusk, Fourth Era, Year 205[/center][h2][right][color=00a651] Zazar Palus[/color][/right][color=plum] Lilaia Storm-Step[/color][/h2] Lilaia was just leaving Winterhold, boots crunching across the fresh snow on top of old snow on top of older snow, when a shout pierced the silence of the ruined city. A plea, coming from the nearby shop. She paused, gazing at the shop in question, before she sighed and approached. She got up to the door and pressed on it, taking a breath before she would enter the premise. Lilaia assessed the occupants, remembering what she'd heard outside. Two guards and the shopkeep. "You've got a funny way of doing your jobs, guardsmen. Is there a problem here?" She glared, folding her arms across her armor. "Shop's closed, why don't you go on back up to your rock?" It was the second guard, who stepped forward to put himself between his cohort and her. A High Rock joke. Cute. "Is that your call?" The mage gave the guard a sharp stare before she shifted her attention, "what say you, shopkeep?" Zarya was holding onto the hands of the first guard who was holding onto his collar. “Please remove your hands from me this instead” However the first guard kept his grasps on Zazar. “Quiet lizard, you leave Winterhold and if not then something terrible will happen to your store.” The first guard then waited to hear Zazar’s choice. Zazar looked over towards the woman that came into the store. “I would rather you stay and help me deal with these fools.” Suddenly one of his hands moved from the guard’s hand, punching the guard in the face. Watching him stumble backwards gave the Argonian much satisfaction. He pulled out a small club from underneath the counter, jumping over the counter and starting to engage with the second guard. Well, this was all escalating quickly. Thinly veiled threats lead right into an altercation, but she wasn't about to put herself on the shit list. If she were a better illusionist, she could pacify the room, but that had never been her focus. As it was, however, she might be able to manage. There were only two, after all, and the Argonian had already shot himself in the knee. Lilaia quickly shot of a Calm spell from either hand, to pacify the guards, before she grabbed the Argonian's weapon hand, stopping him, "think about what comes next, you fool! More guards, and I'm not going to help you get us both on the wanted list. May I suggest you leave quickly." It was not a question. She released the shopkeep and backed toward the door. "Before my spells wear off. I'm getting out of here before they remember my face too well," and she turned and left, back out into the snow and south toward Windhelm. Another bound visor, this one to hide her face as well as keep the snow out. Get out before she got tangled up with more guards. She'd have to wait for the heat to blow over before she came back. He stood in front of the now unconscious guards, looking into the woman's eyes he felt stupid for being so cavalry with the guards. He had been so pushed and even tortured by the Stormclock, he felt that some sort of action would be appreciated at this moment. "Yes you are right, I apologize. But they deserved being knocked off their high horse." He quickly put away the club back behind the counter. "Let us leave this place. " He cast a spell to make himself invisible, casting another spell on the guards in the hope to erase their memories. Walking quickly behind her out of the store, he wondered where the two of them would go or rather he wondered where he would go. He didn't know anyone that well here expect maybe the orc blacksmith. But the woman didn't seem to think of Zazar as a friend. Lilaia had already left by the time Zazar started casting. She heard his crunching behind hers and turned, looking for whoever was following her before seeing the footprints in the snow. She stared at where he was standing for a moment before sighing, turning, and continuing on, "cmon, then. Let's see if we can't find you a new store front or something. A street stall, at least..."