Chapter 1: All Cats are Grey
She was dead. She had to be. Dar'Zhar-do could not think of any way they would have managed to survive with the entire Corinthe guard force after them. He did not care much for most of them, especially not the Ohmes, but he would never wish them dead. Khinashi was his friend once, he remembered that, perhaps he has always. He could not hurt her let alone kill her like his father ordered...but then he did kill her. He helped track them down, drew pictures of them so they would be found. He was just as responsible as Dazlah and the Krin themselves. Dar'Zhar-do is a murderer.
There was hope, once, when news returned by Pahmar courier that something was wrong with the posters. His father immediately blamed him, purposely sabotaging the depictions so they could escape. For once, that was one offense Dar'Zhar-do was not responsible for, but he had wished he was, for it would mean he would have at least tried to help. He should have lied and said he did, for it would have at least saved the prisoners from the terrible things done to them in the following interrogation.
It was not enough- could not be enough. Dar'Zhar-do had kept a spare copy for himself, and the fastest Pahmar courier available was sent to bring it back. They would have arrived in Corinthe the same day they left, without stops. That was a few days ago.
Since then Dar'Zhar-do has lost the will to do anything much of anything. He could not do sword-training with Rajirr like his father asked, he could not eat, and during what little sleep he did manage to get, memories of his past would return to haunt him. It was as if his subconscious was reminding him of what he lost- what he was responsible for destroying. All of the barriers he built for himself have become too heavy to hold, and so he no longer tried to hide how he feels. He simply no longer cared to hide it.
It did not feel like this before. Ever since his father told him about the harsh truth of the curse, he respected him. He looked up to him, and above all, he agreed with him. Now, seeing it all take place...Dar'Zhar-do was confused and unsure again. Killing his own twin brother, and impersonating him as the Mane...imprisoning innocent people, killing Jo'azha and hunting down his family... Those things did not feel right. Not at all. Did something change? Is this not what he had talked about those years ago? Or was he hiding the harsh truth of his own plan, alike he felt the truth of the curse was kept from him? Ever since he returned from Dune, he has seemed different- more prone to his fits of anger, and then sadistic and cruel at times, which was unlike him before, and it has only gotten worse after the murder. Perhaps, being so close to achieving his goal, he too no longer cares to hide his true feelings. Perhaps Dar'Zhar-do never really knew his father until then. Maybe he never knew himself.
"A new era for our people is dawning, son, look alive and cherish these times! What we do now will pave the course of Khajiit life for generations to come!"
"Yes father..."
He had almost forgotten he was still sitting next to him at the dinner table, and that he was supposed to be eating. Dar'Zhar-do does not know how long he has been talking, if it was to him or what he was saying at all. He did not care, there was really nothing he could say that would make him feel better. It was simply much easier to nod his head and act like he was paying any attention to him.
"Generations that will be able to go anywhere, do anything, and talk to anyone! Amongst much more...When they realize that, they will understand - You will understand! Those who fail to realize- those who would oppose this gift will be given no mercy, son. A necessary evil to achieve a much greater good. Do not pity them, but if you must, then take solace in knowing they will be with the moons they so overly covet."
"Yes father..."
"And know that when they look back down in decades to come, they will see how foolish they were to think that such a chaotic society could ever succeed at much. They will learn eventually, even if it is not in life. We will prove it to them! Your misguided sympathy will pass, do not worry. It will take time, but you will learn it is for the best to let it go."
"Yes father..."
Ra-zara'chi sighed, and Dar'Zhar-do continued to stare vacantly at nothing.
"You are not really listening to this one, are you?"
The doors to the dinner hall cracked open, and one of his father's Ohmes-raht advisors approached the two Khajiit with rising confusion. Dar'Zhar-do did not look up to see him.
"Yes fath-"
Dar'Zhar-do felt the swift pain of a staff being swung into his stomach, by the only remaining hand his father possessed. He dropped to the ground from his chair, winded from the blow.
The Ohmes-raht must have been out of ear-shot to hear Dar'Zhar-do's low-murmuring tone, and he must have thought better than to ask what might have warranted such an attack.
"Mane Rid-Rawl'vah...Why do you still wear your ceremonial headdress? In your own home, alone, surely it makes it difficult to move around?"
"Surely you did not come to speak to him to ask such an impertinent question. State your business."
"Ah, yes...This one's apologies...News has arrived from Corinthe, Mane. Unfortunately, the assassins have escaped capture before our team arrived to retrieve them. There was a riot in the city at the time, and during the confusion, they managed to slip away. There is more: The bounty squad you sent after them have perished, presumably from the riot itself, although there is a report that a Khajiit matching agent Dazlah's description was seen being carried off a female Dagi or Dagi-raht. Their trail was lost not far outside of the city however, the team was unable to pursue a rescue attempt."
Ra-Zara'chi growled from anger and frustration.
"Do we know where they might have fled? A direction, sightings, anything?"
"Unfortunately not. The riot caused quite a confusion, and threatened to engulf the whole city in its destruction before a group of Khajiit managed to cease the hostilities causing them. During that time, the assassins were the last thing on their minds. This one is sorry, Mane, but they could well be out of Elsweyr by now if they moved fast."
Dar'Zhar-do finally comprehended the words the advisor was saying, and he felt more alive than he had felt for nearly a week. He pulled himself up off of the ground, and found it difficult to hide his appreciation for the news. Dar'Zhar-do felt his father's eyes upon him, studying him, and he knew he could tell as well. The advisor just looked confused.
"They will not be out of our grasp for long. We must send scouts to locate them, even if they have left Elsweyr, we will not lose track of-!"
"Umm, Mane Rid-rawl'vah?"
"What?"
"Well, if this one might suggest...Perhaps it is unnecessary to send scouts after them? Without the moons, Elsweyr is having problems of its own, and could use more resources to keep things under control. We should not spread them too thinly. After all, all of Elsweyr will know about the assassins by now, and so if they are still here, we will hear word of their capture, or at least sightings soon. If they have left Elsweyr...then it is only a matter of time before they meet their fate or are forced to return. Your brother's betrayal was a surprise to us all, but he was right on some things. The people of Cyrodiil, and much moreso the other provinces, will not take kindly to our more beast-like forms, half of which are amongst them. They will be seen as trespassers at best, and at worst...Well, they will not be a problem for Elsweyr anymore."
Dar'Zhar-do saw the truth in the advisor's words, but still, at least it could convince Father not to send more people after them.
"Hmm...Very well. In the meantime, prepare a public execution for tomorrow afternoon. It is time we show what happens to traitors. The ones in the cell have overstayed their welcome."
"Rid-rawl'vah? You are sure? Zalani and Tatanja are still very popular figures amongst Torval, and some still question their involvement in the assassination attempt. You have not ordered anyone's execution in many years, it might not be wise to-"
"They have already proven their guilt as traitors by helping the others escape Corinthe. Even behind bars they have shown they can disrupt things. We cannot allow them the chance to do so any further."
"Very well, Mane. This one will have it arranged. It still does not seem like a good idea, but-"
"Rid-rawl'vah has spoken."
The Ohmes-raht nodded silently and scurried off through the doors he entered.
"Leave." Was all Ra-Zara'chi said to his son, but in such a tone that meant it was not up for debate, and so Dar'Zhar-do left.
As he closed the doors behind him, he could almost not believe the words he had heard. His father was about to have four of the most influential people in the city killed because they took offense to the idea that his father killed his own brother and was impersonating him, and were willing to do something about it. Dar'Zhar-do did not like his father's actions up to this point, but this...this was too far.
At first Dar'Zhar-do felt sad, and was about to return to his reclusive self he had been only minutes ago, but it soon turned to anger. Being sad meant you knew something was going to happen that you did not like. Anger meant you were willing to do something about it.
Dar'Zhar-do went over the plan in his head several times more, but he could not figure out a way to do it by himself. His father no doubt suspected he might try something, and so doubled the watch for their cells at all times. They have orders not to let anyone see the prisoners, and more specifically, if they see Dar'Zhar-do anywhere near their cell, to report him to Ra-Zara'chi.
That meant Zhar could not be seen by them at all, but they are the only ones who have the key to their cells. He considered the idea of picking it, but he has seen those locks, it would take too long.
Distracting them would be a necessity as well. Even if he managed to somehow slip past them unnoticed and steal their keys, the prisoners would not be able to do the same. They would have the entire guard force down on them within minutes. Dar'Zhar-do would also be known to be responsible for their escape. It would be him sitting in a cell next, in that case.
It was a two-cat job, no matter which way he looked at it, and there is no one he could trust with it. If people knew the truth that the Mane was actually Ra-Zara'chi, then of course...but either they would not believe him, or the entirety of Torval would rise up against his father and kill him. Dar'Zhar-do does not agree with his father's methods, but he is his father nonetheless, and he is right about their curse, he wants to help Elsweyr...right? He is simply misguided, and is making a mistake. Dar'Zhar-do does this only to help his father, and because he does not believe they need to die.
But without anyone to help him, they just might.
Dar'Zhar-do was surprised when he heard the knocking on his door. He had been so lost in thought he did not hear them climb the stairs or walk the hall. Was his father sending someone to keep watch on him even now?
"Yes? What is it?"
"You got a moment? I need to talk to you. It's important."
It was Rajirr's voice, one of his father's two henchcats who do jobs for him that others could not. Apparently his latest task was to train him, but it seems obvious his father's real intention was to try and make him 'understand' the good of his efforts. It was funny listening to him talk about it, because it was clear he did not really care at all about the situation. He was just hired help, and it showed.
"Sure, whatever. Just hurry up, this one is busy."
"I take it you heard already about what happened at Corinthe?"
Zhar nodded, confused, while he thought about how that had anything to do with him needing to talk to him.
"Ah, hmm...Oh, sorry to hear about what happened to your friend, but this one guesses it happens to the best of us, no?"
Rajirr scoffed at his words.
"Look, I'm not Ra-Zara'chi, you don't need to put on any act around me. It's Dazlah, no one likes him, he's an idiot at the best of times, and honestly I'm not surprised he managed to muck up the job."
"So why are you telling Dar'Zhar-do this, hmm?"
"Well, It is about Dazlah. In the report, they said something about him being captured and taken away from the city by some Dagi-raht girl?"
"Perhaps. To be honest this one was a bit more interested in the other events they were talking about..."
"Was the name 'Dar'nari' ever mentioned?"
"No? This one does not think so, why? Did you not hear the same thing as this one?"
"Yeah...It's just...I think that might be who captured him, and if it is..."
Rajirr stopped mid-sentence and looked over Dar'Zhar-do, as if judging something about him.
"Look, I know you're not all into your dad's big plan, not like some of the others in-the-know are here. Can I trust you to keep a secret from him?"
"That all depends on what it is really. This one is just confused as to why any of this should concern Dar'Zhar-do..."
"Dar'nari is the leader of the Dark Brotherhood sanctuary in Corinthe. She's been trying to track us down, but it's really been Dazlah she was after mostly, and if she got him...I need to break him out, but I can't do it myself."
"Wait...Are not you and Dazlah from the Dark Brotherhood? Why would someone else from your group want to capture you?"
"That's the thing. We're not exactly Dark Brotherhood assassins, at least, not anymore. Your dad hired us because he thought we were, but really...Well, uh, Dazlah overheard your father chanting the black sacrament one day – that's a ritual people do when they try to summon them. So he answered the summons himself, posing as one of them. He wanted to steal the job as a way to get back at the brotherhood and Dar'nari, and that's how we got in this whole situation working for him. If I'd have known just how much he was gonna have us do...Well, it's too late for regrets now."
"Hmph, this one doubts Dazlah could have heard any chanting from so far away, we do not exactly live inside the city. You came here for another purpose."
"Alright alright, so what if we were gonna loot the place before we heard him? You call yourself a thief too, you can't blame us for that. This place is loaded with stuff!"
"Fair enough. This one is guessing the brotherhood did not take kindly to you impersonating them?"
"What? No, well, I don't know. They probably don't even know yet if they ever will, your dad wasn't really doing the ritual right anyway, but that isn't the point. Dazlah got us kicked out of the brotherhood after he got Dar'nari mad at him awhile back, that's why we left. That was long before we showed up here."
"So let Dar'Zhar-do get this straight: You are coming to him to ask him for assistance in risking his life to free Dazlah from a group of professional assassins? Why should this one help you? You claim to have tried stealing from his home, lied to his father about who you are, and have failed at almost every job his father has given you so far. For all this one knows, Dazlah might even deserve his fate. He did not seem very nice while he was here, and Dar'nari...well, she is unknown to Dar'Zhar-do."
"I know I'm asking a lot, and you don't really have any reason to want to help him or me, but hear me out: No one deserves the fate he'll be put through if it's true Dar'nari has him. Look, I know I can't say much – I'm a killer. I steal and kill people for a living, but there's murderers and assassins, and then there's Dar'nari. Almost everyone has morals, an invisible line they don't cross, for some that line's further up than for others, but for Dar'nari...Dar'nari doesn't just kill...She enjoys killing. She brings people back to torture them, for no reason other than entertainment. She steals their souls with gems and sells them to mages, and sells their corpses to necromancers. If it's a Khajiit she skins them and sells their fur to the Fur Trader. Sometimes she keeps them alive and sells them off to slavery, and others she keeps as thralls for her vampiric associates. There's nothing she won't do and that's why Dazlah ticked her off. Even he had enough, so he ruined one of her operations. I don't know why he did it but she hated him for it ever since."
"Hmm, this one sees..."
"What she does to a victim any day is bad enough, but when she wants revenge...Even the rest of the brotherhood cringes. Dazlah may have been an idiot, and wasn't much better than Dar'nari herself, but as much as I hate to admit it, he was my friend, and he was right about her. I just can't sit and do nothing knowing what she'd do to him. That's the kind of stuff that haunts someone for the rest of their life. I don't want that."
"It sounds like he could already be dead then, no?"
"Maybe, that is a possibility, but her victims can sometimes last awhile if she wants it to, and well, she and Dazlah go way back, from their childhood. They were friends – more than friends, so that's just all the more reason she'd make it the longest, most painful experience for him, because in her eyes he betrayed her trust, and she never trusted anyone else."
Dar'Zhar-do thought over Rajirr's words. At first he was not really considering it, he had no obligation to help him, and Dazlah was sent to kill Khinashi, why would he want to help him? He could be sent after them again if he freed him. Then again, perhaps his father would simply dismiss him since he already failed twice.
That does not justify why he should risk his life to do so. No one deserves such a fate as Rajirr described but such things are a common occurrence around the world, no one can save them all, why save a murderer from their own fate when truly innocent people share the same? Who is to say the same would not happen to Dar'Zhar-do if he tried but failed to rescue him?
"Dar'Zhar-do apologizes, Rajirr, but that is something you must do alone, or ask someone else. It is just too risky for this one to get involved."
Rajirr looked disappointed, but nodded his head.
"Well, I can't. I've thought it over, but it's not something I can do alone. I can't really ask anyone else either or I risk your dad finding out, but alright. Dazlah will just have to face his fate I guess..."
Rajirr turned around and left the room. Dar'Zhar-do could not help but feel guilty, as if he was sentencing Dazlah to his fate, but he knew it was not his fight. He had his own rescue mission to plan. One that he still cannot figure out how to do...alone...
Dar'Zhar-do ran out of his room and called after Rajirr before he could go too far.
"I still don't get why you want to help them." Rajirr says,as he and Zhar walk through the empty bridges of Torval.
"You do not have to understand why, you just have to help him, that will be enough."
"Yeah yeah, I said I would, and I'm gonna. Just don't try and pull a fast one on me and walk out after this is all over. You're getting Dazlah out of the sanctuary after this."
Dar'Zhar-do was actually considering that. He was alright with Rajirr's plan for him to join the Dark Brotherhood temporarily to free Dazlah after this is all over...until it got to the point where he explained just how he would be recruited by the cold-blooded assassins. There is only one way to be contacted by the Dark Brotherhood properly...and that is to murder someone. To take a life in cold blood, either someone significant enough to attract their attention, or brutally enough. The mere thought that Dar'Zhar-do will have to kill someone in the near future...He had thought himself a murderer earlier, or just as guilty as one, but there is a big difference between causing someone's death, and taking it directly. He would do anything to get out of that.
But without Rajirr's help, four would die, and they were people he knew. He never really understood the Nord, and his interactions with Zalani and Jo'banja were never pleasant, but he knew Tatanja to some extent, and knew about her more from Khinashi.
"Yes, Rajirr, this one knows..." Zhar finally responds.
"They won't thank you for it, you know."
Dar'Zhar-do was amused by his words.
"What do you mean? Of course they will! This one will be saving them, why would they not thank him, hmm?"
"They won't see it like that. You're their most hated enemy's son. They won't trust you."
"You speak nonsense, Rajirr."
"Just be ready."
Dar'Zhar-do was still confused as to why he brought that up, but there was no time to think on it. They approached the wooden support tower that led down to the Torval jail, beneath the surface. Only tonight did Dar'Zhar-do realize just how dark it is without the moons hanging in the sky. Even as a Khajiit, in the areas where the trees above block the light of the stars, his vision was restricted in ways he was not used to.
They parted ways and nodded to each other, to indicate they understood the plan. Rajirr walked through the door of the tower to descend the inner stairs, but Dar'Zhar-do could not risk being spotted by any guards along the way, and so took to the outer bridge stairs not too far away that descended to the surface.
As the Suthay-raht met with the walls of the tower he could hear Rajirr and the attendant at the service desk talking.
"-you see a small diamond-encrusted moon-shaped earring around here by any chance? Pretty sure I dropped it outside a few minutes ago on my way back home, been looking all over for it."
"This one regrets he has not seen anything like that."
"Damn, well, that thing was extremely valuable, could go for thousands of gold, that's like what, a month of your pay probably? It'd be a shame if someone found it and kept it for themselves, but that's probably what happened. I looked all over except outside on the surface here, probably fell off the bridges up top, but I'm not about to go clawing around in the grass for it. Just thought I'd check here in case you found it, but now I'm headin' home."
"That is a...shame, no? Well, hopefully no one will find it until the morning when you can look for it, hmm?"
"Yeah."
Rajirr walked back up the stairs, and inevitably the service attendant's greed got the better of him and Dar'Zhar-do saw the Ohmes walk out of the door to go look for that thousand-septim earring, leaving the ground floor vacant.
Rajirr ran back down the stairs as Dar'Zhar-do climbed in one of the windows from outside, and poured over the desk looking for the keys.
"We've gotta hurry, it probably won't be too long until that guy gives up the search."
"Dar'Zhar-do checked the last of the drawers, but found no keys."
"They're probably on him, you're gonna have to pocket them, I'll take care of the guards down below while you do."
"Hmm, one of the guards below should have keys too, no?"
"Not a chance. They aren't stupid enough to walk around down there carrying keys when that Alfiq-raht could magic them away. If they were they wouldn't need our help to break them out. Now do you need me to hold your hand through that too?"
"Do not get your whiskers in a knot Rajirr, Dar'Zhar-do could not call himself a thief if he could not steal a set of keys. Create the distraction for the other guards."
Rajirr did not protest, and continued on his way downstairs to the cell halls, and Dar'Zhar-do crept outside to stalk the service attendant.
Sneaking up on one of the Imperials or few other smooth-skins who live in Torval was always simple. Their useless ears, noses, and eyes when in the dark meant he could practically walk right in front of them without being spotted, but while being a Khajiit - a Suthay-raht in particular - helped make him a natural at sneaking, stealing and lock picking, it was also all the more difficult to steal from other Khajiit.
If a Khajiit could not see a thief sneak up on them, they might hear them, or smell them if the conditions were right. While the moonless nights meant even a Khajiit would find difficulty seeing in the dark, the fact it was night meant there were no sounds to cover him, and no smells from the market to confuse him.
But then, this attendant was an Ohmes, which made him practically just an easy a target as any smooth-skin.
As Dar'Zhar-do approached his target, the oblivious Ohmes was searching through plant shrubs in the clearing, and the ruffling of the leaves would drown out any accidents he could make after all.
Dar'Zhar-do reached out his arm and extended a claw to cut loose the pouch from his side, when suddenly the Ohmes stopped his search. If not for Dar'Zhar-do's tail he might have lost his balance and fell toward him, and it was a struggle to not gasp.
The Ohmes turned his head and began searching in a different area, and made Dar'Zhar-do bounce away from his line of sight. So he did not detect him, at least.
It happened again when he attempted a second try at cutting the pouch, but still Dar'Zhar-do bounced out of the way before he could be spotted. He wondered for a moment if it was Baan Dar playing tricks on him.
Dar'Zhar-do hatched a trick of his own, then, and figured he would help the Ohmes in his search. He quietly unlatched one of the many earrings of his own and tossed it in a nearby shrub. No doubt the noise alerted even the useless Ohmes' ears, and his attention was drawn toward the source of it.
As the Ohmes dug his fingers through the shrub, catching a glint of the item within, he was none the wiser to realize his money pouch was missing, as well as his keys.
Yet Dar'Zhar-do could hear the glee of his excitement when he found the earring, and wondered how long it would take him to realize it was certainly not diamond-encrusted.
Still pretty valuable though, Dar'Zhar-do will make a point to steal it back sometime.
In mere seconds Dar'Zhar-do was back to the jail, and Rajirr was climbing out of a hatch from below.
"You got the key?"
"Yeah, and the guards?"
"Well, they won't be getting up for awhile, so yeah, they're 'distracted'."
"Whatever. The Ohmes will be coming back, you must keep him away while this one breaks the prisoners out."
"You'd better have a plan for clearing our names when your dad finds out about this."
"Uh, we will cross that bridge when we get there, yes?"
"So long as we don't burn any along the way."
Dar'Zhar-do did not stay to respond, as he saw the shadow of the Ohmes into the light of the room, and jumped down the latch to the jail area.
The stone walls and floor made the place feel cold. The multitude of cells and hallways felt like a maze. There were no prisoners inside of the ones closest to the doors, but a few guardsmen lay unconscious throughout the halls themselves.
Dar'Zhar-do passed down them all until he reached the door to the interrogation chamber, sealed off from the rest of the cells.
He stood by the door and took a deep breath. There was no turning back now.
He pushed the door open and began thumbing away through the keys looking for which one would fit. He did not look up to see the prisoners in the cell, he did not say anything upon entering, he imagined they would be asleep at this time.
So it was a surprise to Dar'Zhar-do then when the key ring was suddenly torn from his grasp, and flew toward the cell where Jo'banja stood.
"This one told you they would forget eventually, Zalani!" the Alfiq-raht mage shouted.
Dar'Zhar-do was too confused as to what was happening to speak, until he heard the sound of Jo'banja's cell unlocking. Somehow they must have been woken up before he got there.
"Oh, wait! This one came here to save you-agh, stop!" Dar'Zhar-do's words were cut off as Jo'banja jumped at his leg. He tried shaking her off, but suddenly found his entire body going numb and stiff, and he fell like a statue to the floor in the same position he was standing in. He could not speak, he could not move, but he could see, and he could think. Jo'banja must have cast some sort of paralysis spell on him.
Dar'Zhar-do could only watch as Tatanja, Zalani, and Tolgunn walked away from their cells.
"Check for the guards, Tolgunn. You are the strongest here." Zalani said.
"Are you sure? I don't think they'll like us walking around like this..."
"Just do it!" Zalani snapped, and the Cathay pushed the Nord to the door of the room.
"This one thinks we should just kill him now, save us trouble later." Jo'banja hissed.
The Alfiq-raht jumped on Dar'Zhar-do's paralyzed body, and he felt a fear like no other wash over him. He cannot speak to explain himself, that he was here to free them. He cannot do anything.
"No, sister. There is no need for death. Let us just escape." Tatanja ordered.
"He could tell his father we escaped. They would be after us sooner. If he dies now they may not know until morning, or at least awhile longer." Jo'banja countered.
"No! He is not yet even an adult. You would not kill a child Jo'banja."
"He was certainly ready to kill your daughter as we heard. If not for Jahirr he would have!"
Dar'Zhar-do felt a surge of anger upon hearing those words, the lies, but no matter what he tried, he could not move his jaw to form words.
He saw Jo'banja's claws shoot out from her paws as she approached his exposed neck, but before she could take her chance, Tatanja grabbed the Alfiq-raht and picked her up away from him.
"You are making a mistake sister, we will regret this!" Jo'banja shouted.
Tolgunn returned to the room, scratching his head.
"Well, the guards are all taking a nap. They must be pretty heavy sleepers, they didn't wake up when I asked if we could leave."
"What do you mean they're taking a nap?" Tatanja asked.
"That is not important, that means they do not mind us leaving, Tolgunn. We should go. Now!" Zalani waved at everyone to follow, and the Nord, Cathay, Ohmes-raht and Alfiq-raht left the jail.
Dar'Zhar-do stayed there, still paralyzed, with conflicting thoughts going through his mind.
He came here with the intention of freeing them, to save them from their execution tomorrow, and yet those same people were about to kill him. He was not sure what to think about that...True, they did not know why he was there, but they did not even give him a chance to explain himself.
Well, they are on their own then, where ever they are planning to go. He was planning to help them escape, maybe even escape with them, but now he will not, not that he really could if he still wanted to anyway.
It could have been seconds, or minutes, before Dar'Zhar-do heard Rajirr walking up next to him. He looked down and shook his head.
"I hate to say 'I told you so', but, well I told you... I guess I'm lucky they didn't just kill you. Then you wouldn't be able to hold up your end of the deal."
Rajirr crouched down and picked up Dar'Zhar-do by the legs and tossed him over his shoulder.
"Then again, I guess this kept you from running off with them and trying to get out of it. I can tell it'll be awhile before that spell wears off, and by then we'll be well out of the city. Too far for you to try and turn back alone. You're not getting out of this deal, you're helping me break Dazlah out of the Dark Brotherhood."
The words hit Dar'Zhar-do like stones. Even though he had agreed to help earlier, he had thought he would figure some way to get out of it, or around it. Around having to kill someone.
But now he has no choice.
Dar'Zhar-do is a murderer.