"So do I."

Dereth shook his head, his pendant glowed like an ember in the dark cave. "Just hurry up and talk, assassin." He pointed his sword at Paalus. "I no longer have much patience."

"Fool, we need him to find Britas. We need to leave this place, summon put a rope around his neck and watch him, he's a clever one."

He snorts, before stalking over to the Argonian assassin, smoke and steam flowing out of his slightly open mouth and his nostrils. He lets out a low, rumbling growl before he speaks.

"You will tell us what we wish, joor. Now."

He growls even more as he is now snout-to-snout with the mortal.

"Just let me go and I'll find another nut to hire me. And damn it, why can't you look for him yourselves?!" Paalus had more irritation than fear.

"Just let me go and I'll find another nut to hire me. And damn it, why can't you look for him yourselves?!" Paalus had more irritation than fear.

Tholim shoots an arrow next to him "Youre. Coming. With. Us." Tholim says firmly.

"You can take me hostage, but I ain't talking."

"You can take me hostage, but I ain't talking."

"Fine, you're my hostage." 

Dereth shook his head, sheathing his sword. "Let's just get out of here."

Why is it that they always antagonize me? And go angry and me? And FREEZE me in an uncomfortable position?! Damn, this arrow in my knee is killing me.

"Want to talk yet?"

"No, protagonist!" His tongue flickered.