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[color=a1a1a1]As her brother returned to the group and allowed everyone to collect their belongings, Khaliya slipped in between some of the others to presumably get her own things. Though really as her hands moved in the box as if searching, she was just leaving the few items she had among the rest. A mostly empty coinpurse among them, as well as a worn leather wallet and some smaller things that may or may not have belonged to her fellow rioters. Part of her felt a little bad for taking advantage of the violence earlier, especially for the part that her sister played in it. Though some of the others from the bar had seemed all too ready to indulge in the brawl.

Her part in things done, she stepped back and adjusted her clothes a little as it seemed the Blades were getting ready to move and some of the others as well. She could also feel a bit of the lingering tension, the looming sense that something was wrong and about to get even worse. It was in the air, in the cold of the stone and among her with the others as they too felt the shift. Idle conversation that had been a little more casual started to shift towards the dark of the stairway before them and the next chamber. Some mild tension among them as their varied cultures and beliefs started to grind against each other. And that was when Yashar stepped in as he tended to do, always being a guiding voice for herself and those around him through their adventures since leaving home.[/color]

"Talos willing, we will see the light of day soon enough" [color=a1a1a1]He began, taking hold of his amulet of the Nine with his right hand and looking towards the departing Blades.[/color] "I understand your desire to fight, the need for challenge but take care of those around us who may not be as keen, or capable. The Nine will provide for us and the Emperor, so long as we hold true." [color=a1a1a1]A hand came to rest on the shoulder of both Argonians in turn, though as he turned to the Shadowscale still fussing with his daggers, Yashar paused and just gave a slow solemn nod to the strange lizard.[/color]

[color=bc8dbf]"Well, I certainly don't mind a bit more of a boring walk out of here."[/color] [color=a1a1a1]Khaliya stepped in to take the place of her brother as he walked over to speak with the masked Blades and offer a prayer to the Nine with them.[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"I think a few of us got more than enough excitement out of the bar than expected… Weren't you in the arena fight earlier too?"[/color] [color=a1a1a1]Again those silver eyes flashed up at the Argonian she had spent probably at least an hour pestering in the cell, her curiosity clear as a woman out of the desert and now among the green and stone of Cyrodiil.[/color] [color=bc8dbf]"Getting out of here without trouble, you could always say now that you fought alongside the Blades and protected the Emperor himself. I'm sure a lot of people would be very interested in that, yes?"[/color][hr]
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[color=a1a1a1]Without anything to retrieve from the lockbox, Roshanara was left mostly alone with her thoughts of before and what was to come. The musty cold sunk into her bones through the poor insulation of cloth, a gruff displeasure showing that she was one of those who did not take kindly to being trapped underground either. It didn't seem anyone else was keen on speaking with her for now though, as they mostly milled about each other with their casual conversations that she feigned her own disinterest in. Not that she blamed them of course, she had been one of the more aggressive parties in the brawl likely to have caused a fair few injuries among those present and most assuredly one very badly beaten Altmer. She had been used to such things by now, so she quietly worked to still the brewing rage always just under the surface. Calm, slow breathing. In and out. It helped that for now everyone was focused more on the darkness ahead of them, a potential battle at hand and the danger to the Emperor.

That drew her attention to the man himself. Such a frail and old human, not the image she had always pictured of one of the Septims. The man looked as if he was a breath away from death already, even with how closely his guards stuck to him. Out in the far wilds of the provinces and the less civilized regions of Tamriel such a man would not have lived for long, but with the benefits of Cyrodillic life and the protections of such a station there was little danger under normal circumstances. These not being normal circumstances didn't escape her, nor did the danger that her sister and these others had been unknowingly pressed into. She shifted from her position nearing the edges of the group and looked towards the others for a moment, doing her best to see where she should be in case a battle broke out in these cramped quarters. The Blades were close to their Emperor and their captain staying within the center of the group unwilling to move them as of yet, with two of their number having already moved to head down the stairs.

The Cathay-Raht loomed over many of their group, but seemed eager to get stuck in all the same. His enthusiasm was almost contagious, and for a moment she could feel the war-wind stirring within her chest as if relishing the chance to spill blood and shatter bones. All it took was a glance back towards the others and seeing Khaliya staying close to the Argonians to know that she was in a safer position in the case of an ambush, so instead she lingered more towards the front and alongside the larger Khajiit. A strange sensation to have to look up to another, but she gave the man a slow nod as she adjusted the shackles still on her wrists, the chains dangling and already she could see how they could be used in combat. With the two of them at the front and the Argonians at the back, there would be little risk to the others of their group, and at least for her it meant a greater chance at being able to properly let loose.[/color]