<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<br/><strong>Time:</strong><em>Once Summoned before the Jarl</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open, Everyone in the Hall of Dragon's Reach<br/><br/>Jo'Shaar was slightly surprised by the Jarl's words at him. Given that the folks kept calling him 'cat' he hadn't quite expected to see that from this court. Then again, he was following the polite code of manner he had picked up, but the Jarl had now made it clear that he would have to raise his voice to speak when he chose rather than expect any order. That in turn meant he would likely see others shouting over him. So he waited, considering his words a moment and watching the others.<br/><br/>His anger rose steadily at the accusation leveled towards his new companion, and then the twist that had been left hanging.<em>'So that's his game'.</em>The Khajiit's tail gave a few harsh swishes as he grit his teeth together. It was Lucretia's words that brought his mind to focus again, her words delivered with a honest stab at the argument, that made him smile somewhat. Yet she agreed to the task. It was bigger than this scheming to get them to agree, but the Khajiit wasn't pleased at all.<br/><br/><strong>"Jo'Shaar has a few thoughts. First, the Nords kept pestering <strong>him</strong> and then insulting her. This one turned to step off and they attacked this one's back. This is not some honorable Nord, but a drunk idiot spoiling for a fight that start it. Second, this Khajiit struck with closed fists. Even young ones are taught to not use claws unless they mean it. This one was defending himself, against one drunk idiot. The others got up, simultaniously, outnumbering this Khajiit four to one. This woman, honorably, stepped in to help this Khajiit."</strong>He snarled, looking at the Battle-Born briefly before continuing in a serious, somewhat angry voice.<br/><br/><strong>"As for that man's son, Jo'Shaar caught the man and his friends try force a woman to alley with them night before. Jo'Shaar called the guards, that arrested the men. That they are free so soon shows to Jo'Shaar they have gold to open doors and not get punished. Jo'Shaar think they came back for vengeance."</strong>He rolled his eyes at this and hissed.<strong>"Not only does Jo'Shaar think this woman is wrongly accused but Jo'Shaar thinks the men in the brawl should stand before tribunal for what they try on the girl. This Khajiit thinks if they get away just paying with gold, they will try again. Spoiled brats grow into idiots."</strong>His tone was serious, and unashamed to make this statement now. He was disregarding the need to be civil about what he had to say.<br/><br/>Finally, he drew a deep breath, looking at Lucretia. Not the Jarl, but Lucretia.<strong> "Jo'Shaar swears to help the lady who already helped him. Jo'Shaar's allegiance belongs to her."</strong>He made a point of bowing down to Lucretia, while his bow would be from an angle that made it clear he was<em>not</em>bowing to the Jarl, nor this Battle-Born.