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A Cruel Fate by: Sineari
Baket - Servant
If Seba didn't know any better, she would have sworn that the newcomer in her group, the former dunmer prisoner Bakari, had done something to make her two subordinates argue amongst themselves. However, since it was a normal happening for the two to disagree on some stupid point of conversation, she didn't much bother with them and leaned back against the silt strider's inner side and closed her eyes, ignoring them completely. Mesedj and Kairet, her two followers, they were standing up yelling at the top of their lungs presumably trying to kill each other… no danger of that actually happening because the loser would be the lucky one not having to face the almighty wrath of the great and dangerous leader of the Camonna Tong. Neither of them were quite that suicidal. Then the poor newcomer, the one most unused to this turmoil, the driver having met up with the trio from Balmora before, was sitting to the side of everything confused and just a bit afraid, though why he of all people would be doing something that sane dunmer do is beyond any of us.
(Change P.O.V.)
"YOU LOUSY JERK! THAT WAS MY BEST PAIR OF GLOVES!" The youngest of the group of dunmer, yelled angrily as she yanked on a short piece of grayish hair not belonging to herself. The owner of said hair hissed angrily and yelled back, "IT'S NOT LIKE YOU USE THEM MUCH YOU STUPID BAKET!" Mesedj was probably the second oldest out of the three Camonna Tong members, and probably the one with the most physical strength… a trait which he used now to try and put Kairet into a headlock, which she made harder by pulling on his hair again. As the two rivals fought it out, yet again, Bakari, the slightly effeminate Witch Hunter, looked back and forth worriedly. "It's not much of a big deal! You really need to calm down!" Bakari was on the verge of pulling his pulling out all his hair from frustration and worry. This was bad! Couldn't they see that? They shouldn't be fighting at all! Standing up, the young dunmer decided to try to stop this arguing. Take note of the word try. His attempt, needless to say, did not go well. Kairet and Mesedj, still fighting didn't notice him until it was too late and he, well, he didn't see the foot sticking conveniently out into his path until after he tripped and slammed into the other dunmer. Meanwhile, the driver just looked back at the group momentarily and said, "We're here."
'It's not too bad, once you get used to it of course… their attitude I mean, they all seem to be quite nice.' Bakari thought as he carefully followed the directions towards the inn, that given to him by his new group of 'friends', Seba, Kairet and Mesedj. 'Seba doesn't seem to smile a lot, but maybe that's because she's too busy?' The dunmer frowned and put a hand on his chin as he walked, 'Mesedj is a little frightening though, he doesn't seem to like, well anybody! Maybe he's a cannibal…' A shudder. 'He seems to be the weirdest out of the three of them, and I really wonder why he and Kairet were fighting so much? Maybe he forgot to give her a birthday present once? Hmm…' His thoughts were interrupted as he looked up to find himself in front of a simple brown door on the right side of what he assumed to be the inn he'd been told about. Well, there was no use sitting and waiting outside if he was to get anything useful done, so he opened the door and stepped inside. If only he'd known what awaited him there, he might have been spared the incredible torment…
Sineari: Ah, late again… and it's short! Thank you to those who actually bother to hang on and still read these things, I'll try to make up for the time in the next one by moving things along a little quicker. (Which will happen, I think.)