<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/>Lucretia's words had Jo'Shaar smile a little more. She didn't seem to blame him, in fact it seemed that she took up the blame for herself, at least in part. He didn't really see a point in arguing about it, either way they ended up in jail and neither had intended it. Things just happened occasionally, though if the Jarl had wanted to speak with them before the brawl even began, then it might just be a good excuse to have them held for now. That thought might have some truth behind it, he mused quietly, but listening to her spoke back in a calm tone as well.<br/><br/><strong>"This one thinks two heirs puts Skyrim in dangerous place. Some Nords would support the son of High King, and some Nords would support the Son of Dragonborn. Born to same mother, this one thinks it makes it scandalous to the people. Jo'Shaar has no side on this, Jo'Shaar simply listen. Day may come when Jo'Shaar must decide, but for now, Jo'Shaar walks his own path."</strong>He smiled calmly, shrugging a little at this as he thought about the matter. He meant what he said though, the situation felt delicate, it could bring out the fresh memories of civil war back to minds far too easily.<br/><br/>The question about his blade seemed to make him pause and look at Lucretia curiously though, before the Khajiit chuckled and crossed his arms before his chest, leaning his back to another wall looking at her amused expression on his face. Thinking about his answer for a second, Jo'Shaar spoke in a casual, friendly tone seeming to find the topic pleasant.<strong>"Jo'Shaar is not always head in the books. Jo'Shaar has made many journeys to explore old ruins. This one enjoys some journeys. Akaviri are something Jo'Shaar was curious about even as a young cub. Though Jo'Shaar walks far from the warm sands of Elsweyr, Jo'Shaar find warmth in learning and discovering."</strong>Smiling in a relaxed fashion, the Khajiit scratched on his cheek with a single claw lightly, parting the fur on it without harming his skin. Speaking up again in the same conversational style.<br/><br/><strong>"During one of these journeys Jo'Shaar came across some Akaviri relics. This one knew most of them would be studied at the College of Winterhold, but this one kept the blade. Jo'Shaar prides himself on alchemy and enchanting, but Jo'Shaar has not tried to enchant this blade. This blade is old, and Jo'Shaar respects it. Jo'Shaar will not try and enchant it till Jo'Shaar feel he possesses skill needed to honor the blade. Only then will Jo'Shaar work his magic on it. Yet this blade has saved this Khajiit many times. When magic may feel drained, Jo'Shaar can fight with claws, but against a foe in armor, this blade has proven far better in keeping this Khajiit from being made into someone's rug."</strong><br/><br/>The last part sounded less humorous, but he didn't stop smiling, instead watching Lucretia casually. He was curious about the matter, and amused that she had recognised the blade. Not everyone did, not that he minded that too much. He simply found the history interesting and respected lessons learned from it. He hoped the people in Skyrim would likewise remember the history and seek to avoid ripping this country in two with a new civil war, but sometimes the only way to settle a matter was a show of strength. He wasn't sure what to expect from the future, but Jo'Shaar was enjoying the present, even in a cell he was delighted to share some talk that took his mind off the bad topics with a woman willing to discuss more cheerful matters.