As the belligerent Nord runs up to him, Sjar'zer stops and turns casually, assessing the man and dismisses him, until he sees him pull a dagger and prepare to strike him down with it. Sjar'zer, without pulling any weapon of his own, simply sidesteps him, interlocking both of his hands into a ball and brings it down onto the back of the Nord, in between the shoulder blades. He falls forward, tripping on the cobblestone and landing face-first. While he is down, Sjar'zer kicks the dagger away from him and turns the Nord over, bringing his fist up in ready to strike him, but holding it as he questions the Nord first. "Why did you attack me?" Sjar'zer demands. The nord brings his arm up to wipe the blood now running down his possibly broken nose and looks at the argonian with venomous eyes, "Cause you stole from me you damn lizard!" Sjar'zer shakes his head, "I've never seen you before in my life, plus I just walked out of that line." He motions with his head over to the recruitment line, "How could I have stolen from you?" The Nord shrugs, the rage beginning to leave him as he sees the sence in what Sjar'zer says to him. Irritated, he continues to question him, "For that matter, why didn't you think to check your pockets before you accused me? Surely you know how many septims you have with you?" The Nord turns a deep red as he realizes that the argonian is correct, following in an apologetic voice, "Well, shit, I'm sorry I suppose, now are you going to let me up?" Sjar'zer nodded, getting off of him and reaching out a hand for the Nord to grasp. He helps him up and then curiously asks, "Who told you that I stole from you anyway?" The nord shrugs sheepishly, "An Imperial, mage by the looks, had a golden gauntlet, on his hand, you see." Sjar'zer nods, patting the Nord on his back as well as slipping him a septim for the information, pressing it into his palm as he asks, "Anything else?" The Nord's eyes widen as he feels the cool metal in his hand, "Y-Yeah, He was over there, by those doors when I saw him last. He was young too, and his left eye never opened when I talked to him!" Sjar'zer nodded, slipping him another septim for his assistance as he walked off in the direction the Nord pointed him too, his mind already working around how he was going to get this mage back, this golden gauntlet sounded intresting enough... He would see. Sjar'zer takes a casual post in the shadows by the door, working his plan over as he fingered one of his lockpicks, tumbling it over his fingers as he looked at the guarded doors.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>