Dro'Araaj hurried to move the books and papers out from under the altmer, and away from him so that he wouldn't bleed on them. He knew Eraamion would care far more about his research than his house. While he was doing this he glanced up at Urgal, then cast a healing spell at him to mend the bruises and scratches he'd gained.
"Rough night?" he said to the orc.
The altmer began to stir, groaning in pain, Dro'Araaj calmly stood up and placed his foot over the mer's throat "Do you want him dead, or just scared?" he said to Urgal, his foot applying just enough pressure to the elf's throat to make it hard to breath.
"Rough night?" he said to the orc.
The altmer began to stir, groaning in pain, Dro'Araaj calmly stood up and placed his foot over the mer's throat "Do you want him dead, or just scared?" he said to Urgal, his foot applying just enough pressure to the elf's throat to make it hard to breath.