epic AKH

"But...can we...you know, TAKE them? Like...rob them?"

"I don't steal, for it is against the Code of Malacath, also they are armed with weaponary and armor, to protect their goods from thieves like you." 

"I'm not a chief like you, Makor. But we don't have the resources to survive out here. Let's look for them."

"We will not steal from them, they have done us no harm, we come with them and we don't steal, and we need to get out of these rags, if guards find us, we'll have a bounty on our heads." 

"Got it. They better not charge us money for a ride."

Soon, they see one in the distance. "Shit! It's too far."

Makor grabs Aksel's shoulder as he holds it firmly "We wait." 

Aksel awkwardly removes Makor's hand from his shoulder. "...Alright then."

{Makor. This is an AU where we become criminals.}

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{Makor. This is an AU where we become criminals.}

(That's like ruining Makor's entire personality, I'd have to make a completly different char. and why "makor", call me Yol or Gor, liis gave me gor, so I would prefer Gor, or Yol, whatever you want) 

(It's about crime. I'm NOT saying GET RID OF MAKOR-just make sure Makor doesn't get in the way.)

"We'll signal them. Look for something shiny or..." He looked at his gem. "Huh. I finally have a use for you."

He angles it so the sunlight can reflect over to the caravan. Aksel can barely their figures in the distance standing up and looking at him. "We got them. Wave your hands!"

Makor waves his hands. 

Three Khajiit approach them with horses. They all have bows. "Who are you?"

"We're...hobos. We need supplies and stuff."

"Why should we trust you with our resources?"

"Pal, I'm with an Orc chief. Try me." The Khajiit looked at each other, communicating with their facial expressions. They looked back at Aksel.

"We'll bring you to our camp for further judgement."

epic AKH

Three Khajiit approach them with horses. They all have bows. "Who are you?"

"We're...hobos. We need supplies and stuff."

"Why should we trust you with our resources?"

"Pal, I'm with an Orc chief. Try me." The Khajiit looked at each other, communicating with their facial expressions. They looked back at Aksel.

"We'll bring you to our camp for further judgement."

(There is no word for hobo, that's a modern word) 

(I know; the message is that we're homeless. I don't know what else to use!)

The other Khajiits stood. Aksel and his group were brought to their knees. "Makor, I think you should-"

"Quiet! Everyone, these three were found wandering. They're homeless and need supplies. But...they seem dangerous."

Makor is trying to keep his fists on his floor as he has an urge to throw a punch at the Khajiit for mistreating him.