[color=00a651][center][h1]Do'Zabka[/h1][/center][/color]
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It seemed the Reachwoman had casted some type of spell on the downed mage, which seemed to hold her body still. Zabka had been prepared to fight another bandit, but it seemed the closest one to him wasn’t being hostile right now. He watched as the black-haired woman brought the enemy mage over (with some difficulty on the spell recipient’s part) to a Nord man who he hadn’t noticed before.

Once she did, she started to speak. From what he could gleam from it, they were deciding what to do with the woman. While Zabka believed life should be preserved when possible, it wasn’t his place to weigh in on this decision; he had just got here and hadn’t met any of them yet. For now, he stayed on the defensive, just in case the bandit nearby decided to do something.