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After sneaking from the sewer at dusk, Swift-Knife swam through the gutters, out of the city, and soon enough stumbled into a camp of bandits nearby. They tried to attack the Argonian, thinking he would be an easy kill, having nothing on but a dirty loincloth.

The fools didn't last long to the beast's inhuman strength and speed and it was Swift-Knife who left with a nice black bear-furred blanket as a robe-since none of their useless clothes could fit his mighty frame-a nice belt to hold his precious knife, and a satchel of food to keep him fed on his journey.

On his way to leave the camp for good, Swift-Knife found an old map on a barrel. It was very hard to read at first but using the Imperial City in reality and on the map as a very useful reference, his claw came to the southern city called Bravil.

Looking at the arrow at corner that said N, he followed his claw up to the south of the city. "Sss-oouth. Bravil." He murmured before making his travel, starting to get back to talking.

It was a two-day journey, rarely stopping to rest an hour nap or eat. He paid no mind to travelers and he had to occasionally kill some wildlife and thugs, even wrestled a large black bear.

Finally at the end of his travel, he found an old building, and at its front was a human; fair-skinned and apparently a hunter with his simple clothes, but Swift-Knife could smell it on him that he was an Imperial soldier. Grimacing at the smell, he tried to get past him but the man turned and greeted with a smile, "Good evening, Argonian friend. Welcome to Inn of Ill Omen."

Hissing under his breath, Swift-Knife turned his head to look at the Imperial. "Thank...you." He said with some difficulty. Opening the door, he walked in to find himself in a small room, with very few people but a large, tired Nord, a drunken Orc, and a Redguard woman in the corner.

All eyes were on him and, personally, Swift-Knife was on the edge of killing everything in the room, but for the first time-besides with Lucien-restrained himself from bloodlust. The Nord smiled with a bewildered look as he approached, "Well I be a spotted snow bear, a customer!"

Swift-Knife approached him-to his personal amusement, noticed the Nord swallow hard, if just noticing his large body and his left arm shifted behind his bar-and pulled his hood back while standing up since his large and heavy frame wouldn't be held up by one of the chairs, "I need room to sleep in to...night. Rest, yes?"

The Nord looked a bit confused by the Argonian's poor grammar but nodded, "We got plenty of room if you want one. Ain't nobody here 'cept old Rufio."

At the mention of Rufio's name, Swift-Knife's pupils shifted into slender slits,"Rufio?"He's a old codger. Been living here for a couple of weeks now. If you ask me, he's hiding from something. But what I care? He pays his tab. He's downstairs, in what I like to call the Private Quarters." The Nord said.

"He must come out sometime. I glad to see if he is still...alive?" Swift-Knife asked. The Nord looked at the Argonian as if questioning his motive but shrugged with indifference and pointed toward the corner of the room, "Use that hatch in the floor over there. Don't except a warm reception."

Nodding, the Argonian walked to the hatch, and opened it to see the basement of the inn. Jumping inside, while pulling the hatch down on the way, he saw a narrow hall with at least four doors. Walking, he flicked his tongue until he caught a distinctive smell. Following it to the end of the hall, he tried to open the door but found it locked.

Growling, he smashed the door open, and instantly an old man jerked himself upward from his bed with a very irritated look on his aged face.

"Who are you? What are you doing smashing my door in, you big stupid lizard!" The old man screamed and Swift-Knife simply stepped inside the room. In the dim-lit room, Rufio could see the Argonian to be a giant upright crocodile, his long arms were large and thick with scaled muscle, digitigraded legs ending with four clawed toes, and a long tail ended with a just as deadly looking spike.

Underneath his hood, Swift-Knife's eyes were like a pair of burning suns and his trilling snarls didn't help either.

"Death calls you." He hissed and watching the dawning horror on Rufio's face with great pleasure, Swift-Knife lunged with the Blade of Woe in his claws.

Rufio only had a moment to shriek before the flying beast literally crashed into him and his bed.

There was no struggle, no fight, and no challenge for Swift-Knife. Then again even a man in his prime would have met his end to the vicious crocodile.

A few minutes later, Swift-Knife pulled himself to the main room to find the Nord looking at him expectantly. "Rufio is quite the man." He clicked and the Nord rolled his eyes in agreement. "Just remembered, must get to Bravil by dawn." Swift-Knife said, dropping a small pouch of gold on the bar. "What about your room, good sir?" The Nord asked. "No need. But you keep gold. Good friendship, yes." Swift-Knife said, stepping out.

"Farewell then and you are welcome anytime, friend!" The Nord bellowed and the Swift-Knife shut the door.

Standing out there still was the Imperial, pulling out a handful of arrows from a target post. "Leaving already?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Swift-Knife nodded. When it seemed he would leave safety, the Imperial called out, "Hey, sir. Are you bleeding?"

Stopping, Swift-Knife turned to the man, and walked to him till they were a good distance between one another. Pulling his cloak back, the Argonian held out a large left arm high, and behold!

The screaming head of Rufio was in his claws, his bloody spine dangling underneath, dripping the thick red blood.

The Imperial looked with shock and was too slow to act with his bow or arming sword when Swift-Knife's tail sprang forward and stabbed through his stomach.

Pulling the groaning man forward to his face, Swift-Knife growled with horrid breath, "Imperial scum." With that, he spun, and tossed the soldier into the nearby wall. His scream dulling away till the loud slap of water was heard.

Satisfied with the death, Swift-Knife disappeared into the forest to rest. There it will be secure and perfect for his meeting.