Tagorn grew one of his sinister smiles under his mask as he final got the group to continue moving. [I] By Molag Bal it is about time! [/I] He yelled inside his head before setting after the group. The Bosmer followed with a steady pace as the little band of soon to be pirates made there way into a even more beggar ridden part of the city. [I] How can so much pathetic be in one place? [/I] Tagorn thought as he pushed past a begger who blocked his path asking for a hand out. The Wood elf could feel his agitation building again as more and more beggars started to demand for his coin, he was on the very brink of ripping their throats out when the group finally reached a building that seemed to be in mid repair. 

Tagorn eyed the two cats standing guard in front of the door, his rage dying slowly but surely. The Wood elf let out a smirk as the obviously young Khajiit made an attempt of a insult, quite honestly furless seemed more of a complement. He had to admit he was somewhat impressed by his future crewmate, being able to lie right to the face of another without the slightest hint of strain being shown was something he could respect. As the Khajiits started to doubt themselves and succumb to the lie Tagorn let out a snicker. When they allowed them to pass he pated the younger cat on the shoulder. "Don't worry boy we'll try to not let you die." He said with a chuckle before following the others.