(It's kind of obvious. If you don't remember, my Intro was me trying to pickpocket someone, I think that it was Jha'kal, in New Destiny. I was in the Thieves Guild.)

Grolahmul

(It's kind of obvious. If you don't remember, my Intro was me trying to pickpocket someone, I think that it was Jha'kal, in New Destiny. I was in the Thieves Guild.)

(I think you mean "Flesh of Man")

(It was New Destiny, and the person I was trying to pickpocket was J'andri. Here's my intro from New Destiny:

A member of the Thieves' Guild, a golden-scaled Argonian, was trying to pickpocket the wizard, so he, too saw the man. He ran to him, faster than the Kajiit.

*Equips the healing spell called Healing Hands (I'm not in the College in this, so I have mainly minor spells)*

"Are you okay, sir? Do you need this? I am Gol'diir of Skyrim, a member of the Thieves' Guild. Oh, Divines, your EYES! They look just like a Draugr's! What happened to you?!")

(Wait so is Veyd with you guys?)

(he pulled everyone away from Mortha, so yes)

(What?! How!? When?! Why?!)

'Right behind you.' When they turned around, no one was there. Mortha laughed. 'But I could be at any moment.'

Falin growled, clenching her fist. "Makor better hurry . . ."

"You will not harm a single person Mortha!" said Veyd charging up a Void Ball in his palm and holding his scythe in his left hand imbued with Draconic bloodfire

'What about Aksel? All he wanted was his people avenged, and a decent life...and death is what you give him?'

"Don't play that game, Mortha."

Sauriil sighed, 'I am willing to sacrifice one life for the sake of Nirn. Don't push me.'

Falin slowly nodded. 'One life for many . . . I may hate it, but it's necessary.'