JUMP ON MY SWORD WHILE YOU - UFFGGHH!!!

"I'm not in the habit of answering questions for strangers. No offense intended."

"Ah I see. Your fists speak for you then."

The elf walks away, still with his fists in the air. Kahreem begins to head toward Armand's place next, but gets stopped first by Hillod the Outlaw. "You wear the shadows well, my fellow thief."

"Who me? Hey, I'm no thief. You must have me mistaken for that other Redguard." Kahreem looks to his left and his right. No guards are in attendance, luckily. "But hey, what's the word lately on the Gray Fox? Has anyone know what he's been up to lately?"

"We don't talk about him in public."

"Huh?"

"The Thieves Guild follows the Gray Fox. However, we make sure that most folks think he is just a myth."

"Um. Yeah. Sure. Just a myth. So it's okay for you to constantly address me as a thief, but we can't talk about some mythical man. Well, thanks for clearing that up. Because someday I'M the one who's going to be a myth. Ha ha yes, just you wait, my brother. But until then, can you stop your references to me as 'fellow thief?' Huh? Can you? Like... spread the word?"

"Shadow hide you."

Our brother returns to the fold!

I prepare the way for my Lord Jyggalag.

What do you want now?