The two beastmen raised a subtle brow at the Wood Elf. Even though he had only one good eye, Xeksharr was able to catch both tattoos in time. He looked to Jern-Muhrol with his head slightly down caste and to the side, but still able to see him. The signal to say 'Possible Danger'. Jern-Muhrol caught the signal and started to inspect the Wood Elf, seeing the tattoo that appeared on her breast. While he wasn't complaining about where the tattoo was, the tattoo itself didn't seem to be of a friendly manner.<br/><br/>Xeksharr tried to look cheerful again as he looked to the woman,"Ah...Well...It's all back to the woman, Maven Black-Brier. Damnable woman, she is...Corruption incarnate."<br/><br/>Jern-Muhrol spat,"I would much rather run her through than even so much as glance at her. And I would take the opportunity too, if it wasn't for her two cozy guilds and that gullible Jarl of Riften."<br/><br/>Xeksharr waved his hand dismissively at the Khajiit as the Argonian lounges back into his chair,"It's a known fact...She has the Jarl's ear, the Thieves' Guild in her pocket, and has the Dark Brotherhood as her right hand. Though, the Dark Brotherhood is barely even a shadow of what they once was, and the Thieves' Guild is a hair-length's away from being non-existent, they are still around."<br/><br/>The warrior cat chuckled,"If I had things -my- way...I would take out both with a mighty sweep from my sword! But, I suppose I should just be happy enough that we didn't do anything to piss anybody off...Just doing our jobs as sell-swords."<br/><br/>Xeksharr grinned,"Oh, don't be so modest, my brother...Don't forget about those Stormcloaks. Bunch of rowdy, spoiled Nords is what they are...Claiming they want to...free Skyrim from Imperial tyranny. Pfft, yeah right...More like they want to keep licking Jarl Ulfric's boots all the way to the throne of High King. And that business of<i>shouting</i>someone dead? I tell you, he's got some magic...and I always thought Nords hated magic. Anyways, I wouldn't guess them to not hire somebody to beat up, intimidate, drive-off, or even kill people who aren't Nordic...wanting nothing but Nords, the 'true sons and daughters of Skyrim', left in Skyrim."<br/><br/>Jern-Muhrol grunted,"Well, no offense to the lovely barmaid here, I'm glad I wasn't born an Elf...Altmer, Dunmer, Bozmer...they don't care. An Elf, is an Elf...and they got this thing that the Elves are trying to take over the world, they already for the Tamriel Empire conquered."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>