<span style="font-size: 10px">Pushing away from the wall Katya took a few steps towards him, her eyes focused on the filthy ground beneath her feet. “Jaen? You mean the old dark elf blacksmith?” Katya quizzed, thinking for a moment she quickly shook her head “No, I doubt he would save someone like me, I doubt he even knows I exist”. A hollow sigh escaped her lips and she turned on her heels, moving back towards the door she slowly dropped to the floor and leaned back against it. The wood softly creaked against her weight as she shifted to bring her knees up to her chest and wrap her arms around. “I don’t know who the marksman was, if he wasn't with you and he wasn't with me we must just have some sort of guardian looking out for us” She shrugged her shoulders, her frozen eyes looking up at him through long strands of hair that had fallen loose during the struggle. The orc was right however, if Elis had gotten his hands on her again he probably would have killed her on the spot. The young elf grimaced as she tried not to think of how quick he would be to take her down. There was no doubt in her mind, Elis Chzul was an enemy, and she would not let him get so close to her ever again. Disgusted, a slight chill ran along her spine as she remembered the way he touched her cheek, the wretched swine, how dare he! <br/>
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Borkul’s next question caught her off guard, gazing up at him with wide eyes her breathing hitched and she quickly began to panic. Should she lie? Would he care? Would he turn her in if he knew the truth? Katya's eyes traced over his form, biting down on her lower lip she continued to think of the options she could take before speaking again. “I… I don’t know why… I don’t think I’ve done anything wrong, but I think they got me confused with someone else… Icestrike…. That’s what they called me… I am not an Icestrike, but I know of them, they should all be dead” Katya cringed, bowing her head she tried to hide the shame she felt from lying to the brute who had just saved her bacon. "My name is Katya Windhelm, I was on my way out of Nerys after taking care of some business when they accused me. Knowing I did not have a chance against the likes of them I decided to run, but well... You know the rest" Katya looked up at him with a smile, it felt wrong to lie, she knew exactly why they wanted her, but she did not need to trouble him with her problems.<br/>
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Moving to speak again a loud thud cut her off and Katya quickly rose to her feet, jumping back from the door as a man’s voice grumbled behind it. “They can’t have found us already” Katya breathed, flicking a concerned expression to Borkul before withdrawing her weapon. Though he didn't sound like a high elf, his clumsy manner of falling off the roof definitely confirmed that, she wasn't going to take any chances. Silently slinking towards the window the young elf peered outside, confused by the site of a man sitting in a heap on the ground. He wasn't an elf that was for sure, glancing over at Borkul she gave a shrug of her shoulder and a confused expression "Do you know him?"</span>