As Tagorn left the meeting place his mind raced with the thoughts that would occupy him for the next day, most of them not ending pleasantly for anyone except him of course. He trudged his way from the shore through the woods and back into the city. Even after the hours of the destruction he could still pick up the faint smell of burning wood and bodies, a wicked smile came to his face as he took in the aromas. He headed towards the tavern where it all started, took the seat in the corner he had claimed the night before, and ordered himself seven rounds of drinks before he rented a room for himself, casually inviting the Redguard bar maid up to stay the night with him.

Tagorn had spent the entire next day in his room, along with the bar maid. But the next day only Tagorn exited the room, there being no sight nor sign the bar maid had been there at all. He went and purchased a stock of ebony arrows and cross bolts from the local Fletcher before going the butcher and buying a large stack of meat. He retired back to his room for the rest of the night and was gone as the sun just began to rise.

He arrived to the meeting spot with his usual crooked grin on his face and golden eyes full of mischief. "So how is it going to be milady? A full on blood bath that would over flow the ship's deck or a silent assault? I should say I prefer the first option." Tagorn said with a slight chuckle to Sharee.