Sarel eyed each individual who showed up to the so-called “meeting place”. A trio of Bosmer and a Khajiit, [i]quite eclectic[/i], Sarel thought. He stood as the last duo approached, stood a fair distance away as he let them speak. He understood the words they were saying but he was too fried to actually hear any of it. Now that Sarel paid attention, he realized he was exhausted. He hadn’t gotten much sleep and his binge the night before made for a terrible headache, at that very moment in fact. He brought his hand up to his head, held it as he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He was still dressed in the guards clothing, but he was a little dirty, it was clear some straps weren't secure and it didn’t quite fit right. 

The Dunmer heard his name and his long ears pricked up. He looked toward Sharee and smiled, nodded blankly. As he walked toward her he grabbed the band which kept his hair in place, he stretched it over his wrist and pulled his hair into a tighter tail. He wrapped the ebony locks in the band and then sat down on a small rock near Sharee. He lifted his head and eyed the new couple, he wanted to hear the distraction, too. He would be interested to know how he was released. 

At that moment Sarel noticed what the male had with him. It was a burlap bag, most likely containing Sarel’s things which were in the evidence locker. This male looked, for lack of a better word, “shady”. He was cloaked in black, and his face was almost completely hidden. Sarel felt a little uneasy, he had to admit that to himself, at least. Despite that, he put on airs, which is what Sarel had been doing for a great deal of his lifetime—he felt that was probably normal for most people. He made a quick whistling sound toward the male Bosmer. Now that everyone was here, Sarel felt important, he could see the man power put into rescuing him. “Would you bring me that bag? That’s my stuff right?” Sarel said, pointing at the bag. His voice was soft, low, yet it commanded attention.