A few footsteps from behind, very silent, like a wolf creeping across sodden ground. Atillius tilted his head a bit to see an Argonian slinking out from the trees, sneaky one isn't he. But Argonians are usually unaligned with Aldmeri, so there was little threat of him being a spy. The Argonian spoke in an unsettling tone about being underestimating the situation that the party of three was in. "Balderdash! We're in a pe-" Before he could finish another individual approached, a young man. A human race, and judging by his stature he was a Breton. 'Could hear you talking from up the creek' he says. Some sort of thief or assassin obviously, if he could hear him from a distance. Somewhere along the line the lizard had offered to make some weapons. Atillius just smiled at the notion that a couple bones could suffice as a large enough weapon for him. 

"Son, you just aren't doin' it right. A weapon in my hands needs a lot more weight than a handful of bones can supply, and if you'll notice? We're surrounded by stuff that can easily be used as a weapon." Coughing to cover up a somewhat immature snicker at the lizard man he pressed his thumb against the top row of his teeth. "At least, for someone who can hold it." He reached up to a thick oaken branch that was just within reach from where he stood, just about four feet in length, four inches across, and covered with smaller branches and leaves. The fat man let his body weight do the work and he pulled his feet out from under him, the branch stood little chance and snapped off like a twig. "Tsshhaa fuck!" Atillius rocked a bit and stood back up on his feet, there was a large thorn stuck through the seat of his pants. With a bit of tugging he pulled it out and tossed it aside, his face a bit reddened and very frustrated. "You saw nothin'." 

The Dunmer looked back in the general direction of the cart and Atillius followed suit. Plenty of dead folks were back there, Atillius was just lucky that it wasn't him facedown in the mud. Madran introduced himself and said 'keep to a first name basis.' Well, that wouldn't be too hard. Atillius only had a first name and a title. "The name's Atillius, Atillius Morrow. Morrow is just a title though, so just call me Atillius." There was something slipping his mind, but he couldn't quite place it. Something that the Dunmer had said earlier, abou- Oh, yeah. That.

"What was that about 'You're not leaving your blades on that cart.'? You gotta be crazy 'er sommin' for sayin' that. You expect to go back there and survive? One, you're unarmed. Even if this lizard made you a weapon you'd still stand no chance against Imperial Steel or Altmer blades! Two, if all of us helped you? You'd still be outnumbered!" It was at this time that he had begun shouting. "And three! We just escaped that band of idiots and liars, what kind of significance could a couple blades hold to you that you'd intentionally risk dying over?" The air blew from his nose quite hotly, the idiot was likely gonna have some quip about how 'You wouldn't understand' and then walk off to get himself killed. "Dammit, I was just in a good mood. Where's the nearest tavern, I need a drink." To burn off a bit of frustration he ripped away all the sticks and leaves from the length of wood he held in his hand. Giving it a more club-like shape, also leaving behind some splinters near the top for 'strategic reasons.'