Lowell
"Ah yes, the story of Saint Alessia and her oaths to Akatosh. Dragon blood and an amulet, both destroyed two centuries ago. A lot of good that did for... Who in Oblivion is that?"

*Tharys looked towards the entrance of the cornerclub with a somewhat irritated expression.*
Judy
"Rolff. Or Angrenor... Maybe even both. Racist fools who come down here to hate."

*She stood, placing gold on the table for her unfinished food.*

"Maybe you should teach him a lesson."
Lowell
"Maybe I will. How come someone hasn't dealt with these fools already? One or two angry men against all the Dunmer here- they're picking a fight they can't win."
Judy
"One is a "Respected" Great war veteran, the other has ties to the shatter-shields. And besides, if any of the dunmer did anything... It just proves their point."
Lowell
"Then I shall go and see what these two nitwits are all about. There is no honor in hiding behind names and stories."

*Tharys wasted no time leaving payment on the counter, picking up his helm and slinging it over his back. He began to walk out of the cornerclub, looking back to Dasil.*

"Feel free to come along, I don't mind."
Judy
"I planned to. If another guard saw it they'd break it up. I outrank all city guards, so my order is final."

*She followed him out to where they were. The two of them were harassing a dunmer couple, they had knocked over what they were carrying, and called them imperial spies and all their other baseless claims.*
Lowell
"Lay off, Nords. You will not treat these people in this manner. The way you act, berating innocent folk living their lives, brings dishonor to your kin and your forefathers."

*While he seemed collected so far, it was obvious from Tharys' face that he was upset.*