Scar-Tail swiftly turned his head and stared down Ra'tarnik. He then watched in a cautious curiosity as the bolts retracted back into the sky and the woman khajiit stood up twitching with purple lighting surging around her body. Her eyes had become pure white spheres and she seemed to be floating up off the ground. She looked at the three as all the other townspeople had run off in fear.

Still having his arm guarding Apoltis, Scar-Tail tried not to be intimidated by the otherworldly transgression. Meanwhile, Ra'tarnik slipped out a dagger from inside his boot and held it with confidence. He then said out loud, "I am getting a little sick of this!"

Scar-Tail had no idea if he was talking to him or the possessed creature in front of them. Either way, Scar-Tail asked, "Is this a friend of yours?"

Ra'tarnik snarled and then said, "More like a reoccurring nuisances!"

The possessed girl curled her fingers letting her claws show ready to rip anything to shreds. She roared at the three with her fur being blown back by some kind of wind that manifested all on its own. Then, in this raspy voice that seemed not to come from her but rather a force unseen, spoke through the monstrous looking khajiit woman, "What do we have here?" Her tongue curled up over her nose and swayed over her upper lip from side to side. She then spoke again in that voice that was not her own. "Did you bring me a little snack? Look at him!"

Apoltis just shook his head and said to himself, "She is talking about me, isn't she?" Apoltis knew she was he just did not want to believe it.

She grinned at him and crossed her arms in between her legs and then extended one of her hands and began to wave Apoltis over with her index finger and said, "Oh, come here my tasty, little morsel. Hmmm, I will make sure you do not suffer too much. You will make quite the appetizing delight!"

Scar-Tail kept his arm up shielding Apoltis and said, "Dinner will have to wait you demon witch! Go find some other kid to devour!"

She hissed at him and a few of those purple bolt flashed through the sky. She stood erect again and also seemed to be floating off the ground. "Well, who is this Ra'tarnik? Tell the reptile to go take a swim. The boy is mine!"

Ra'tarnik just grasped his dagger and said, "You know Sheogorath, I am really getting tired of killing you!"

"Fool! You cannot kill a god!"

Apoltis suddenly came from around Scar-Tail's arm and then said, "Sheogorath? The daedra prince of madness?"

It took Scar-Tail a second to figure out that Apoltis had left his side and quickly shoved him back behind his extended arm.

Ra'tarnik looked over slowly at Scar-Tail and then asked, "How does he know that?"

Giving Ra'tarnik a couple of quick glance, Scar-Tail answered, "I don't know!" He turned his attention to Apoltis and asked, "How do you know that?"

Apoltis shrugged his shoulders and said, "I heard my mom talk about daedra lords before. Sheogorath and some others I heard about."

Ra'tarnik spun his dagger in his hand and stated, "Does not matter what he is a prince of! I am going to dethrone him - again!"

The possessed khajiit roared out against her opponents and then rushed right at them. Ra'tarnik got prepared as well as Scar-Tail.

The first to react was Scar-Tail wrapping both of his arms around Apoltis and diving to one side, almost landing right on the steps of the Border Watch Inn. The two of them landed in the dirt and kicking up some brown and green earth as Scar-Tail still had a death grip on Apoltis.

The possessed khajiit flew right by them lunging to make a killer swipe right for either Apoltis or Scar-Tail hoping to kill or maim either one. Ra'tarnik watched out of the corner of his eye the lighting fast reflexes of Scar-Tail and thought to himself that this argonian was much faster then him. He was slightly impressed but only had a split-second to be.

After the possessed khajiit woman had flown right by the two intended targets, Ra'tarnik spun his dagger again and then grabbed it by the point of the blade. He then flung it right for the demon induced woman and the dagger sunk right into the temple of the woman. She roared with pain and fell to the ground with a few trails of blood oozing out of her temple and her nose. She was dead and the daedra lord was no more. The purple lighting was gone and her rage seemed to disappear.

Scar-Tail got up with Apoltis and they both looked at the dead khajiit woman. Apoltis was a little stunned by what had just happened. Not wanting to appear to be stunned, Scar-Tail just took a calm breath but it was shaky. He was only fooling himself. The both of them were stunned and surprised for the same reason. A daedra lord had just declared war on a small village.

Apoltis looked down at the dead possessed khajiit and then looked back up at Ra'Tarnik. Apoltis then asked, "Ra'tarnik?"

"Yes?" Ra'tarnik said calm and coolly.

"What is going on in this town?"

Before Ra'tarnik could answer him, an elderly khajiit's voice could be heard. Apoltis, Ra'tarnik, and Scar-Tail all had to turn around to see her.

She wasn't dressed any differently then the others in town. The only difference was that she had finer material of clothes. She did not seem like the village shaman but she was. She also needed a staff to help her stand. She seemed to be a very powerful woman at one time.

Behind her was a young male khajiit. Scar-Tail and Ra'tarnik both figured it was her apprentice. He was definitely dressed different. More like a woodland mage then a shaman.

Her voice was old and frail and yet still seemed to have some vigor to it. A positive vigor. Indeed, it still had that raspy sound to it that all khajiits had to their voices but this woman's voice actually seemed to relish in it and become even more soft-hearted because of it. As if she had seen some fantastic horrible sights and had learned not only to deal with them but to rise from them. It actually made Apoltis at ease but he was the only one.

"Little one, you and your compatriots have stumbled into our small village being besieged by a daedric lord."

Scar-Tail just grunted a bit, "Yeah, we kind of already guessed that."

Her eyes quickly shifted to him and the look on her face became as stone. For some reason she had a quelled up feeling of hatred towards the argonian. She could not put her finger on it but something deep inside of her told her that this beast person was evil. She said nothing to him as her eyes glided back down to Apoltis. That stone look fading away. "Dear little one, you must leave this village before something happens to you!"

Scar-Tail took offense. He put his hand on Apoltis's shoulder and said, "Nothing is going to happen to him! No daedra lord is going to stop me from protecting this boy!"

Looking up at Scar-Tail, Apoltis was somewhat shocked by his protection over him. He figured he should not have been but he was still in a little bit of a shock that some stranger could care about him this much.

The shaman lady again turned her attention to the argonian and yet again, her face went to stone. She then spoke directly to him, "Your skills are no match for a daedra lord's power, snake!"

Scar-Tail's neck retracted back like a snake in offense to that remark. He growled a bit through his sharp teeth but decided it would be in not only his best interest but Apoltis's if he did not strike the woman down dead. However, the feeling was gnawing at him.

Deciding to speak up on his and Scar-Tail's behalf, Apoltis said "Ma'am, I have seen him fight. He is more then capable of protecting me and I do not think you should call him such names."

Now it was Scar-Tail who was looking down at Apoltis with shock. He still had not gotten over the fact that this child considered him some kind of knight. His shock was actually a little more overwhelming then Apoltis, who was finally becoming comfortable with his argonian compatriot. Scar-Tail was no knight and he knew it and soon he would discover that he was not the only one who knew it.

"Dear little one, you believe that this serpent is worthy of your praise?" The shaman asked, pointing weakly at the shadowscale. Her mind jumbled with bad feelings but not knowing of Scar-Tail's and Apoltis's past.

Apoltis looked up at Scar-Tail, who was still looking down at him. Scar-Tail would be the first one to admit that he was not worth it but Apoltis could not be convinced otherwise. Apoltis looked deep into the reptilian eyes of Scar-Tail. As if trying to see evil in those slit, red eyes. Those infernal red eyes looking at him. Those black blades in the foreground of the plain of red fire in the back of his eyes. The former Dark Brotherhood initiate believed at least an Oblivion quarter-acre grew in his soul but Apoltis then looked back at the shaman woman and said, "Yes - yes I do!"

The shaman woman breathed a sound of regret and said, "So be it. You mark my words child, you will live to regret your decision."

Scar-Tail was almost at a loss of thought. He had no idea what to think. All of his life nobody had ever even defended him like this child was here. Sure, he had been defended by his reptilian brothers in combat but he had turned his back on them a long time ago. Now, he had nobody except for this small child. He now knew that they were one in the same. Both of them loosing their families in unique ways. Now all they had was each other. No one was going to hurt the small boy! Not while his scaly body still drew breath!

The shaman woman then said to the three, "Now be off!"

Apoltis took a step towards the woman and said, "We want to help!"

Scar-Tail looked down at Apoltis and asked, "We do?"

Apoltis looked back at Scar-Tail and said, "Yeah! That is what knights do, is it not?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Scar-Tail said, "I guess but…"

"Yeah!" Ra'tarnik cutting him off. He then said sarcastically, "Sir knight! Save the people of Border Watch. Show us your 'knightly' skills."

Scar-Tail looked at Apoltis and then back at Ra'tarnik. He was trying to think of a good reason not to kill the meddlesome cat. He really wanted to cut the feline too so it was hard for him to come up with a good excuse but luckily he did not have to. Apoltis intervened between the two and said, "Hey! Why not save it for the monster!"

Scar-Tail and Ra'tarnik both looked at Apoltis and then looked at each other. They dared not to take their eyes off of each other, both of them sneering.

Taking a step towards Scar-Tail, Apoltis said in a whisper so as Ra'tarnik could not hear, "Don't worry, you will show him!"

Those crocodile-like eyes of Scar-Tail becoming pools of regret. He really did not have the stomach to tell Apoltis that he was no knight. He could not destroy the boy's dream like that. Ra'tarnik, on the other hand, had no problem with it. In his own subtle way he was trying to get Apoltis to see the light.

Proudly, with his chest out and his head held high, Apoltis walked over to the shaman woman with both Scar-Tail and Ra'tarnik following him with their eyes. He then asked the frail, kahjiit woman "How can we help?"

His words stuck home with the shaman woman. She smiled at him and struggled to get down to one knee to come face-to-face with the boy. Her apprentice helped her down her staff.

She eyed him, looking into his eyes and his soul. She could see this overwhelming good inside of him. Almost as if he was no mortal at all but sent to Border Watch by the Nine Divine to stop this accursed demon. She put her paw over his face and stroked his cheek still with that smile on her face. Apoltis did his best not to retract away from her single touch still being afraid of khajiits in general.

She then began to read Apoltis out loud, "Some great misfortune has befallen you."

His eyes became watery as he thought back to his mother. His head lowered as he looked at the ground.

She continued on. "Your pain is very deep - yet - you still do what you believe is right."

Apoltis was not really listening to her as she continued on. Until, she asked something that gained his full attention.

"Why?"

Apoltis's head snapped out of his depressed gaze and he looked at her bewildered. His eyes jumped around still teary, looking for the best way to put his answer. He thought of no better way then telling her what was in his heart, "That is what heroes do. They help people. You need help."

Her smile only widen at hearing this knowing that what he said was in his heart. She took her hand very gently away from his face and tried to stand up. She had some trouble and once again her apprentice helped her to stand up.

She stood as erect as she could on her staff and looked around at the towns people. Her eyes were filled with a sorrowful anger. She was sad for the people of the town that they had not done anything about the demon attacks and it was only until Ra'tarnik had come that something was being done. Ra'tarnik was not even native to Border Watch which was something that neither Apoltis nor Scar-Tail knew of.

She then said out loud, "Will no one accompany this child to the cave?"

Apoltis just looked at her strangely. He asked himself, 'The cave?'

Again she asked, "Is not one of you brave enough to accompany this child and his argonian companion to the cave?"

All the khajiits in the village walked away from the question. Not one of them having the bravery it took to follow the child.

Ra'tarnik watched all of them shy away from the boy and rolled his eyes. He was getting tired of this show. He stepped up and said, "I will."

Scar-Tail turned a mean eye to him and said, "I would rather have an ogre with a twenty-foot long spear and a serious stomach ache behind me than you!"

Ra'tarnik folded his arms in an overabundance of arrogance and said, "I did not take you for someone who felt 'that way' about ogres. I bet you would love an ogre spear in your backside."

Once again, Scar-Tail balled up his fists and let out a very angry growl between his sharp teeth. His snarl was completely rage filled. Now, more then ever, did he want to kill this khajiit! His eyes would have started turning red if they were not that color already.

The shaman woman then decided to point out the obvious. "Ra'tarnik, you are not Border Watch kin."

Turning his head in Ra'tarnik's direction surprisingly, Apoltis barely managed to get out the question, "Ra'tarnik, you are not from Border Watch?"

Ra'tarnik could see that Apoltis thought that he was. He also saw the hurt in his eyes. He felt bad for Apoltis feeling that way. He really did not mean for Apoltis to assume he was from Border Watch but he could see now that he had somewhat hurt the boy.

Bending down on one knee to talk to him, Ra'tarnik was prepared to ease the boy's confusion. Scar-Tail grabbed the hilt of one of his short swords. Ra'tarnik heard this but ignored it. He was more interested in making amends with Apoltis. "I am sorry if you thought I lied to you. I really was collecting wood for a fire place for a friend of mine here."

Apoltis made a sigh of realization. "No. I assumed too much. I should be the one who is sorry. I guess it was just easier for me to accept you were from here since everybody here has been so nice to me."

"It is a nice place."

Apoltis shook his head in agreement and Ra'tarnik rubbed Apoltis's head. He then stood up and sneered at Scar-Tail. He then decided to answer the shaman's question. "I know I am not Border Watch kin but I still have defended it as though it was my own for several days. I also am the only one here with battle experience besides 'Sir Daedroth' over here."

Scar-Tail's grip on his short sword tightened but he dared not to do anything until Ra'tarnik actually made a move.

Apoltis turned and asked the shaman woman about the cave, "So about this cave?"

Waving her hand in front of him the khajiit shaman said, "It is where the daedra followers of Sheogorath provided sacrifices for him. It is said that it is a gateway between his world and ours. His domain of Oblivion is small but very maddening. To enter the cave is to face your very own destruction a thousand times over and live to tell of it. Sheogorath himself will be there and his presence is felt throughout the walls of the cave. Whispers of crazed souls will fill your ears and send you spiraling into everlasting madness."

Scar-Tail gave a huff of impatience, "Just tell us where it is!"

Her eyes locked onto Scar-Tail and she looked at him like he had just spit on her soul. "You will find it. Or more so, he will find it." She said motioning to Ra'tarnik.

Ra'tarnik looked at her strangely and said, "What makes you think I am going to find it?"

She turned back around to go back into her little cabin and said, "Because it is you he wants. If you seek him out, he will find you Ra'tarnik. You have foiled his plans here more then once. He will want a confrontation." She walked away and left the three with their thoughts. Scar-Tail was still not happy about Ra'tarnik tagging along while Ra'tarnik was not happy about tagging along with Scar-Tail. Apoltis was just unhappy about the two not getting along period. He could not figure out why the two were at each other's throats but he hoped it would pass.

The two were still staring each other down when Ra'tarnik decided to break the stair and look at Apoltis. "Hey Apoltis?"

Apoltis gave him his attention.

"You ever been 'shouldered' before?"

Apoltis looked at him curiously and then said, "I'm not a broad sword!"

A bellowing laugh came from Ra'tarnik getting quite the kick out of that. It took him awhile to come down from his laughing, "No! No. I mean, have you ever ridden on your dad's shoulders?"

Apoltis again got this sad look on his face.

Wondering what he had done, Ra'tarnik blinked and then asked, "Hey, what is the matter?" He felt really bad that somehow he had upset Apoltis again.

Apoltis tried to shrug it off but he looked back up at Ra'tarnik and said, "I never knew him. My mother never spoke of him and I was always a little envious of the kids who did have fathers in the village." Apoltis then realized how far he had gone and he did not mean to say that much about his family life. He tried to cover it up a bit, "I am sorry. You probably had a terrific father and…"

Ra'tarnik broke him off by busting out with, "Well that settles it!" He walked over to Apoltis and grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands but he did not even get him off the ground before a silver blade was shoved right beneath his throat. He stopped cold in his tracks and smiled a bit knowing exactly where it came from.

He tilted his head a bit and looked up at Scar-Tail. The lighting fast assassin was standing with his sword outstretched against Ra'tarnik's neck and an evil look in his eye. He then uttered the words, "I do not think so."

This was the moment Ra'tarnik had been looking for and was about to go for his own weapon eagerly wanting the fight to happen but Apoltis stopped them both.

Apoltis looked over at Scar-Tail and said, "It is okay. I trust him."

Tightening his grip on the sword, Scar-Tail looked at Apoltis with wide reptilian eyes. "Are you mad? You do not even know this khajiit! I definitely do not know him!"

Ra'tarnik just smiled and said, "Oh, I think you do. Now, relinquish your sword from my throat or prepare to be made into a handbag!"

Scar-Tail eased his way closer to Ra'tarnik and said, "Try it - pussycat!"

Apoltis had had a enough and simply said, "Scar!"

He had his attention.

"Lighten-up!"

Ra'tarnik did not take his eyes off of Scar-Tail now knowing that Scarrulen-Ta was not his name. Sure, Scar could have been a shortening of the name but he seriously doubted it. He had a slight smile cross his face again at the mere thought at what else might be hidden from him.

Scar-Tail about dropped his sword at the statement. After everything that Apoltis had been through, he was going to trust this unknown kahajiit. He could not believe it. Well, stupid mistake or no he was not about to let down his guard. He was still going to keep a close eye on the cat.

What Scar-Tail was not remembering though was that Apoltis was still a kid. He wanted to have some fun and the khajiit was promising it to him. Sure he was a smart kid but he was still just a kid. Kids like to have fun whether they are intelligent or not. Besides, Scar-Tail was also not taking into consideration the 'father figure' mentality of the situation. Apoltis was promised some kind of fun that a father does for their son. Apoltis had grown kind of fond of Ra'tarnik respecting him as a bigger brother type of person. He had never really known a father's love. That bigger brother type of love either.

The sword eased off of Ra'tarnik's throat and he picked Apoltis up and put him on his shoulders. Apoltis smiled a bit as Ra'tarnik began to walk off with him. Scar-Tail sneered not liking this display of kindness towards the boy. He knew that the khajiit was using Apoltis to get to him. He could smell it on the fur of the "kindly" cat man. He knew what he wanted. A fight with Scar-Tail.

Suddenly, Scar-Tail yelled out, "Hold it!"

Ra'tarnik stopped with Apoltis still perched up on his shoulders and Apoltis asked, "What is it?"

Scar-Tail had remembered his dark armor. He then said, "I have to go get my armor. I think you should join me."

Ra'tarnik had a smile cross his face and he cockily said, "He will be safe with me. Trust me."

Scar-Tail snarled at the cat and then said, "I would not trust you with the care of a mudcrab!"

Apoltis just frowned at Scar-Tail. He wanted to stay on Ra'tarnik's shoulders. Apoltis could not believe how Scar-Tail was acting but he also did not understand Scar-Tail himself.

Patting Ra'tarnik on the head, Apoltis had his attention. "Just follow him."

Ra'tarnik hesitated for a minute thinking about staying right where he was with the boy just to irritate Scar-Tail even more. It might have actually pulled the two into battle.

He then thought about Apoltis. The boy could get hurt. The argonian might actually try to hurt the kid to get to him. He would not let that happen. The boy was a good kid and no way in Oblivion was he going to let this lizard use him as leverage. He had no idea what he was capable of so he complied with Apoltis.

He walked over to Scar-Tail and with Apoltis still on his shoulders, followed him back to the Border Watch Inn. There, the dark elf lady was outside waiting on the argonian assassin. Scar-Tail walked past her not even giving her a second glance but gave one at a window next to him. Scar-Tail turned his head towards the two and pointed to it. His voice was darker then usual and then said, "Stand over there with the boy and do not move. I had better see you with the boy when I am changed or I will hunt you down to the furthest corners of Nirn!"

Slightly laughing at his statement, Ra'tarnik with a wicked glair to his eye and a sly smile across his face asked, "Is that a promise?"

Scar-Tail turned his head back toward the inn and hissed out, "Not to you."

Ra'tarnik and Apoltis were both confused about the statement but Scar-Tail knew what he meant. It was a promise to Apoltis. Scar-Tail had never felt about anything like the way he felt about Apoltis. Scar-Tail had not had a friend or family since he had worked for the kingdom of Argonia. He was not going to let this cat hurt Apoltis and if he did, may the Nine have mercy on his soul because Scar-Tail would have none.

Walking over to the window, Ra'tarnik kept Apoltis on his shoulders holding onto his feet. He waved Scar-Tail into the inn.

Scar-Tail walked into Border Watch and changed into his armor quick. He went right to the window after he was done and could see the two talking to each other. He saw Apoltis laughing with Ra'tarnik and hissed at the sight. His tongue flicked out as he stared at the khajiit. He wanted to kill him so bad. He would not even mind burying his teeth into the cat's flesh. Feasting on his blood like a snake/vampire.

Meanwhile, Ra'tarnik was talking to Apoltis about Scar-Tail. He had started talking to Apoltis as soon as Scar-Tail entered Border Watch. "So, he is your uncle huh?"

Apoltis did not want to lie to Ra'tarnik. He did not like lying and plus he was terrible at it. "Sort of."

The buff khajiit knew that Apoltis was not good at lying. He could hear it in his voice - especially when they had first met and when he was introducing Scar-Tail. Ra'tarnik decided to get the full story out of him. "So, how did you guys meet up?"

"Well, he saved me from some really bad guys!"

"Really?" Ra'tarnik was a little surprised. However, he wondered what the argonian wanted with the kid. "Why did he do that?"

Apoltis did not even think when he said, "Because he is a knight."

Having a slight, muffled chuckle escape from his maw, Ra'tarnik tried hard not to laugh at the statement. "Apoltis, you honestly believe that he is a knight?"

Apoltis looked down at Ra'tarnik from his shoulders and asked, "Yeah! Why should I not?"

This was unbelievable to Ra'tarnik. He could not believe that this kid thought this dark sinister creature was a knight. For that matter, he could not believe that he thought any beast-person could be a knight of the kingdom. It happened but orcs were given better privileges and treatment then beast-people. Ra'tarnik just shook his head and then asked, "Have you ever been to the Imperial City, Apoltis?"

Apoltis lowered his head a bit embarrassed. "No, I have not. I always wanted to go though. Maybe see the Divine Temple."

"Well then, one day, maybe I will take you there. I have been to the Imperial City. You and me kid!"

"Really?" Apoltis face lit up. "What about Scar?"

Ra'tarnik's good humor did not diminish, "Well, I suppose he could sneak in through the sewers or something and meet us there."

Apoltis kind of laughed. "He does like to skulk around."

"Not you and me though. We will go right in through the front gates! I will take you all over the city. I will show you every last sight. You want to go to the Divine Temple? Champ, you wait till you see the White Gold Tower!"

Apoltis could not help but get excited about his upcoming trip to the Imperial City. He just shouted out, "Hooooray!"

Suddenly, Scar-Tail busted out of the door to Border Watch Inn dressed in his silencer armor. He looked like he wanted to kill the two. He was breathing heavily and was almost foaming at the mouth with rage. His forked tongue was bobbing in and out and he was making an irritated hissing sound.

Ra'tarnik almost went for his weapon when Apoltis asked from atop Ra'tarnik's shoulders, "What is wrong Scar?"

Almost as if an angel touched his cheek to sooth him, Scar-Tail quickly calmed down and walked up to Ra'tarnik and Apoltis. His reptilian eyes were locked on Apoltis and his demeanor calmed. He could not endanger Apoltis's life no matter how badly he wanted the kitty dead. He retorted back to Apoltis, "Nothing. It's nothing."

Smiling at him, Apoltis's deamnor was still one of giddiness with Scar-Tail smiling back up at him. The argonian killer's eyes then met with Ra'tarnik's. His smile quickly was replace by a sneer and Ra'tarnik gave him one right back. Both of them wanting to kill each other for two very different reasons.

Apoltis patted Ra'tarnik on top of his head and said, "Alright Ra'tarnik, let get going!"

Ra'tarnik quickly smiled back up at Apoltis and turned around to walk out of Border Watch with Scar-Tail not too far behind. For a moment, Ra'tarnik had to put Apoltis back down on his feet. He had to go get his own armor. Scar-Tail thought about just running away with Apoltis over his shoulder. Just hop on his dark mare and ride until he saw only water in the horizon as the sun set.

When Ra'tarnik emerged, he was fully armored in Imperial Legion armor - minus the helmet. Apoltis was in awe at the heavy armor. He had two steel war-axes on him as well. He spun them in his hands and easily lifted Apoltis back onto his shoulders with one arm as if the heavy armor had no encumbering effect on him whatsoever. All the while looking at Scar-Tail with those sly, cat eyes of his.

Snickering, Scar-Tail asked, "What dead guard did you swipe that off of?" Referring to the armor set.

His fur stood on end but Ra'tarnik calmed himself and sneered at Scar-Tail saying, "It was a gift." Turning around with the boy on his shoulders. The armor not bugging Apoltis's legs too bad.

The three of them looking like an odd party of members. Ra'tarnik with a kid on his shoulders and armed to the teeth in armor and two war-axes. Apoltis with his somewhat tattered clock that still gave him an innocent look despite it having a darker woodland green to it. Scar-Tail with his blacker-than-night armor that fit on him like a glove. Giving him a shifty, treacherous look.

Ra'tarnik could not help but wonder if Scar-Tail was observing his back for a good place to stick his sword. He never heard him go for his sword though but he was always prepared for it. Even with Apoltis on his shoulders he could move quickly and he would try desperately to make sure the kid was not harmed in any way. Even if it meant his life!

Scar-Tail was indeed looking for a good place to stick his dagger. He could not help it. The cat rubbed him the wrong way. Scar-Tail already new he was a mercenary of some kind and he knew he was on a assassination mission. Scar-Tail figured his target was he himself but he was not sure. He had no way to test his murderous theory but if he was not here for him then who else was he here to kill? The Nine help him if he was here for Apoltis. A sick, demented killer sent by whoever was after Apoltis. Either way, not one of them knew the evil they would bring out in Scar-Tail if Apoltis died. Sithis himself would cower in fear of the monster that Scar-Tail would become.