Thread: A Secert Past... A New Life(ShyonexMoon Struck Fox)

Rasha winced a little when he realized he'd hurt his friend, sighing a little. i'm sorry Little Sparrow, are you alright? he asked frowning, every time he left he came back to Andol being damaged in some way, it was a little frustrating... very frustrating. He had to laugh at Andol's wording though. Sweet? Since when have I EVER been sweet? he asked looking about ten seconds from laughing so hard tears came out of his eyes. Because of his interactions with Andol, he was a lot more expressive than most Argonian's, at least around Andol, and Rasha had saved Andol's mother on more than one occasion, so she knew the black scaled Argonian well. alright, if you feel like treating me I'll let you. Rasha agreed with a hissing laugh as he led the way to his home. It was small, and run down, but Rasha didn't mind, he didn't like large places, most of his time was spent in dark and enclosed spaces anyway, so getting used to something as large as a Nords home, or even Andol's home would be difficult for him to accomplish. i find it amusing that you would take the time to feed strangers. he admitted, teasing his friend, it was a common joke between the two, because they both knew that Rasha appreciated the help. Most of his money went towards buying food for the Argonian families who could not find work, mostly women and children. The men usually took up various jobs at the local guilds, the mages, fighters, thieves, and dark brotherhood always took in new recruits, though it was more the thieves and Dark brotherhood who took in the Argonian's, uncaring about the fact that no one seamed to like them. In fact it was because no one liked them that made Argonian's, and some Kajheet perfect for the illegal aspects of work. Rasha moved over to Andol, lifting the boy's shirt and gently examining the others ribs with a scowl, or what amounted to a scowl anyway as he gently, carefully set a warm hand on the wound, feeling the bones. your right, it's broken, I can't have helped that. he admitted setting the shirt down and pulling a key out of his pocket and slid it into the locked chest which he kept hidden, pulling out a glowing pink Phial, a very strong healing potion, worth more money than Andol would see in a year. Rasha must have stolen it at some point. here, drink this, it will heal you. Rasha ordered, sounding strained, upset that his friend was hurt, lord knew Rasha had few of them. of the nine gods Andol, how am I supposed to protect you when your own father tries to kill you? he complained frowning a little. Drink it Andol. he ordered, knowing that the other was going to protest using something so expensive on himself, but Rasha was determined to make sure Andol was completely healed. the Guild is great. he admitted grinning a little at the other, watching to make sure he drank the potion, all of it. my 'boss' as it where sent me to the castle, I got to steal this. he admitted pulling what looked like a crown out of his bag... it was a crown! with this stolen the guards that have been giving trouble to the Argonian's will back off and head into the castle to protect the Nords. Giving us the chance to actually make a bit of gold for once, or maybe start some gardens down in the tunnels now that the Guards aren't on our tails all the time. he admitted smiling a little as he dug into his bag again, pulling out the large seed packets he had also stolen. with these, we won't have to rely on gold to survive. he hoped. do you want to eat now? I can't turn in my prize until midnight, so we have until then to have some fun.