"Andre The Strangler?"
"No." Andre replied flatly, walking on. By now, the sun was starting to set. The duo had just gotten on a path around the Imperial City.
Cassius thought it funny to give Andre a slew of names. "Andre The Rock Hurler?"
"No. Lets find a tavern or something I'm hungry."
"Killing makes you hungry, huh?" Cassius said with a smile.
"What's gotten into you old man?" Andre inquired, slightly annoyed. He stopped to address the old, grinning breton who leaned on his staff for support.
"You went from being a little whimp an hour ago to having two kills under your belt. You didn't chicken out on me when those two pirates attacked like I presumed," Cassius explained. "I mean don't get me wrong, I could have had a field day with them, but you grew a pair and fought like a man. Well almost a man," Cassius said thinking back to the fight and how Andre clung on for dear life to the pirate's back. Just as he finished that sentence the old man stumbled, causing him to swear as he stubbed his toe on a rock. His joints gave way and caused him to kneel down to take a break and rub his sore foot.
"A field day, huh?" Andre said with a grin.
"Don't think of me as I am now, old and tired. Think of me back at the hill or defending you're scrawny ass at the waterfront." Cassius replied.
He had a point. Cassius was very spry for his age Andre recalled, as he thought back to him climbing down the ladder at his house, or fleeing from the pirates. Obviously an easy task for young people but not for a 72 year old. To Andre, Cassius was pretty remarkable and even though he was treated like a punk teenager, he grew a liking to him already.
"Lets stay at the inn at Weye. It's pretty close and we won't have to worry about pirates there hopefully." Andre said.
"Sounds good, these old bones need a rest. I know the innkeeper there anyway." Cassius replied, using the staff to help himself up.
The sun had set by the time they got to the Inn, because of the slow pace set by Cassius. That was fine by Andre, he was in his debt after all. Andre opened the door and helped Cassius over the step.
"You're not that much of a punk after all." Cassius stated before adding, "As insulted as I am that you're helping me, thinking I am not able enough. I am more embarrassed to accept it." Cassius said with a light smile.
"You're lucky I don't push you down these steps, you old kook!" Andre playfully replied, shutting the door behind them.
As they made their way to the bar, the innkeeper glanced up, recognizing Cassius. "Well look who it is. Cassius The Caster at my Inn. How lucky am I?" The man said this with slight sarcasm and a smile.
"Everyone's a jokester today. Get me a pint of ale, would you?" Cassius requested as he took a seat.
"And who is this punk kid you got with you? Servant?" The innkeeper questioned while cleaning a glass, looking over at Andre.
"I'm not Cassius The Frail and Incompetent!" Cassius spat. "I may be old, but I need no help. This is my partner, Andre The Skull Crusher." The old man said, gesturing to the puny looking bosmer.
Andre's eyes lit up after hearing him say "partner". He never had a role model or anyone to look up to. Hell, he hadn't had any close relationships at all. So even though Cassius gave him grief, he was quite fond of him even though it has only been a few hours.
"This pencil neck?" The innkeeper said, sizing the skinny elf up. "Why he looks like he can barely crush a walnut." Andre sat in silence while the innkeeper laughed.
"You haven't seen him in action, friend. Looks can be deceiving. Get him a pint as well."
"Cassius, look at me, I'll be puking half way through that."
"Lighten up kid, it will put some hair on your chest. Akatosh knows you need it." Cassius replied.
The innkeeper slammed down a frothy glass before Andre and smirked, the golden liquid swayed back and forth over the glass, spilling a little onto the spotty bar. "Drink up punk."
