"Tch." Marven turned away again. He was beginning to question his decision to Stick his nose in this outsider's business. Most of the time Being nosy had helped him rake in quite a bit of money, but at the moment, all This had done was made him two very unneccessary Enemies, unless He played his card's right and did something about it.<br/><br/>The more Marven thought with his back turned to them, He calmed down, his initial Anger at Tanesha's Comment about his Mother starting to fade, as he decided that He had plenty of enemies in Skyrim, and having Two more wouldn't really help him out.<br/><br/>He slowly turned back around to face the Female's, his face remaining calm. "...My apologies for my rudeness. I...My Mother died at Childbirth, that's why I was so angered by your word's, and as for me being Young, At least I'm man enough to admit when I've been Childish...but I don't think Soverngarde would take a Nord who Can't be brave enough to admit when He has been wrong." He said to them, the few second's facing away from the two clearly having allowed him to Rethink his action's and word's.<br/><br/>"...I also apologise for calling you a wench, and commenting on your clothes. I assumed at first you were just some Nord or Imperial Wench, but...Now that I look closer, you don't...have the look of either Nord or Imperial...Where do you hail from?" He asked her curiously, His Cold Taunt's now replaced with genuine Curiosity for her.<br/><br/>However He then turned to the Dunmer, since He had heard her word's as well.<br/>"Trust me, I may be young but I've been alone for 6 year's, and I have Many contracted kill's to my name...but I wasn't meaning to boast anyway, All I meant by my word's was that You'd have competition when it come's to Mercenary Work Is all." He explained to her.