<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2013/025/3/c/__the_mage___by_thousandleaves-d5so483.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jo'Shaar Zahir<br/><strong>Location:</strong>White Run; Dragon's Reach Dungeon<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Mid Morning<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Lucretia<br/><br/>Jo'Shaar didn't really talk much while they were being escorted by the guards. The Khajiit remained mostly quiet, waiting as they made their way to the Dragon's Reach, and then down into the Dungeon. He wasn't exactly keen on landing in a dungeon, actually finding it a bit annoying. While he had learned a little bit about picking locks he only did that in ruins where anything of value was left by those long gone, or stashed there by bandits. As such he wasn't keen on being thrown into a dungeon in one of the holds, but here he was and there was little he could do about it right away.<br/><br/>Thankfully the Nords that had been involved in the fight got lead to another cell, while the guards guided him and Lucretia to another cell. Based on the conversation before they would just have to wait a while before they could be brought up to see the Jarl and at that point they'd learn more about what was going on. Silently Jo'Shaar hoped it wasn't going to be bad news. This day had started a lot better, with the alchemist looking quite happy to let Jo'Shaar do the dirty work of mixing up the potions for her store, seeming to know she could sell them for a fair bit higher price than he could.<br/><br/><strong>"Jo'Shaar did not expect to see the dungeon of this hold today. Jo'Shaar usually make sure to not do things to lead to jail."</strong>Shrugging slightly, the khajiit then focused his mind, his both hands rising before him and a moment later a golden ball of light appeared, the light enveloping Jo'Shaar and seeming to course through his body. The Khajiit knew a fair bit about magic, and restoration was one of the arts he had practiced a lot on. It came in handy far too often. Feeling his bruises start to heal, and the knocked-out tooth begin to be replaced by a new one forming in his jaw, the Khajiit let the light fade, feeling more comfortable again.<br/><br/><strong>"Jo'Shaar would wish to offer his aid."</strong>He said and looked at Lucretia, before stepping closer and reaching a hand out towards her shoulder, slow and careful. Once his hand came to rest upon her shoulder the Khajiit closed his eyes and his left hand turned to hold the palm up in the air, a ball of golden light forming once again and the light flowing along his right arm seeming to rush through to where his hand rested. Seeking to use his magicka to heal her too of any bruises the fight might have left, considering how she had come to his aid and the fact he was feeling somewhat guilty for getting baited into attacking eventually.<br/><br/><strong>"This one should have kept a more level head but even a patient man does not appreciate being shoved and pushed all the time. Jo'Shaar hoped to stop a fight before it started, but Jo'Shaar only a man. This one apologises his pride put both in the jail."</strong>He offered apologetically, looking at her seriously, the ears flat against his head looking a little sheepish about it, though smiling.<strong>"This one did see that the lady knows how to crack some bones, at least."</strong>His ears rose a bit again, prepping up as the Khajiit grinned slightly at this.<strong>"Jo'Shaar even think the Nords learn to not judge when drunk. Maybe. Most Nords fair, just a few nords..."</strong>He struggled for a word to describe them for a moment, finally sighing and shrugging.<strong>"...too proud?"</strong>