One thing that was true about Argonians was that they couldn't stand being out of the water. Even if they were thieves. So when Amusei stole the amulet belonging to the wife of a powerful mage, his initial reaction was to head for the water and swim as long as his fins could carry him. This, he soon realized, was about as futile as running on land.
Mages were smart. They knew lots of enchantments. So when the one he'd wronged cast a water-breathing spell on himself, Amusei cursed quietly for not thinking of it sooner.
They swam and swam for what felt like miles, with the mage occasionally re-casting the spell on himself. Soon, Amusei became tired. His limbs were burning with fatigue. He had no choice but to run ashore and collapse. I'm a dead one. he thought to himself. The bounty on my head is too much for me to pay...
Just as the mage approached to apprehend him, a dark shadow came out of the abyss. There was the sound of an arrow being loosened from it's bowstring, and suddenly the mage was on the ground, dead.
Amusei turned around to thank his savior. He couldn't see who it was before they left, but he did catch that it was an Argonian. He quietly said a prayer for the fellow as he went along his life.
Meanwhile, Teinavva slung his bow on his back and sighed. "Another contract completed."