Henry nodded, though that was more to himself than to anyone else. He figured that this Blade could not get him in a worse situation than the bard had gotten himself in hundred times, including now. And also, this was his best chance to leave this place unpunished for a crime he did not do. Though, his injured leg could be counted as a punishment. He nodded again, this time with approval in his eyes.
"Alright. Though, I want to get back my hat and my lute from those guards" - he told the Blade and smiled mysteriously - "Oh, and if I'm to fight something I will need to get my spear back. Otherwise, I'm not much of a fight to a Daedra. " Henry then thought for a moment and quickly added "Unless they are afraid of singing Imperials. I could sing them to death, for sure."
As Henry finished his speech, the Blade started ascending the steps and invited everyone to follow him. Since Henry had nothing better to do, he started following him, limping with every step.
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After listening to what the Dark Elf just said, Henry raised his head and started to laugh and would have kept on if his leg did not start to hurt. He then looked the Dunmer in the eyes.
"Right when I thought, I won't get surprised anymore" he shook his head still chuckling as if he was not believing everything that just happened.
Henry then thought about everything for a moment and carefully stood up, while leaning against the wall. But he did not gave his answer yet, just looked at the supposed Blade with curiosity.
"Right when I thought, I won't get surprised anymore" he shook his head still chuckling as if he was not believing everything that just happened.
Henry then thought about everything for a moment and carefully stood up, while leaning against the wall. But he did not gave his answer yet, just looked at the supposed Blade with curiosity.
Henry nodded to the Bosmer. And started speaking with a smirk.
"Yes, I was the one who saved your and that Breton girl's pretty faces. I thought it's fair to save somebody at least once in my life, after singing numerous songs about those things." Henry then yawned and continued. " As for my leg.. I'm not sure. Don't think it's broken, probably strained or at the very worse disjointed."
As he was speaking a stranger, who the bard has not noticed before either came in. But this Dunmer was surely not amongst the fighters: he had remarkable weapons, armor. Henry raised his eyebrow looking at the person leaning to the wall near the entrance and addressing all of the prisoners. After listening to what he said Henry smiled and nodded an replied back "Thank you, thank you, we did our best "- trying to make an overly gallant and chivalrous voice - "And you must be the tooth fairy?". Henry then smiled and looked to the Dunmer's face.
"Yes, I was the one who saved your and that Breton girl's pretty faces. I thought it's fair to save somebody at least once in my life, after singing numerous songs about those things." Henry then yawned and continued. " As for my leg.. I'm not sure. Don't think it's broken, probably strained or at the very worse disjointed."
As he was speaking a stranger, who the bard has not noticed before either came in. But this Dunmer was surely not amongst the fighters: he had remarkable weapons, armor. Henry raised his eyebrow looking at the person leaning to the wall near the entrance and addressing all of the prisoners. After listening to what he said Henry smiled and nodded an replied back "Thank you, thank you, we did our best "- trying to make an overly gallant and chivalrous voice - "And you must be the tooth fairy?". Henry then smiled and looked to the Dunmer's face.
Henry thought for a moment about what the Dunmer said to him and nodded slowly before starting to laugh.
"You just want me to make a song about you! You are trying to make friends with me, so you would be the main hero" - he said laughing and started carefully descending the steps to the Arena pits.
"Well, don't worry I'll find you a place in a song."
As Henry came in, limping with his wounded left leg, he heard the Wood Elf that was accidentally burned asking everybody a question.
"Deal with it, ser Whitehead" - Henry answered smiling at him sarcastically. The bard sat on the floor, while holding his leg, so it would not hurt that much. - "Even the gods do not want you."
Henry then started chuckling as if he was a little child, laughing from his own joke.
"You just want me to make a song about you! You are trying to make friends with me, so you would be the main hero" - he said laughing and started carefully descending the steps to the Arena pits.
"Well, don't worry I'll find you a place in a song."
As Henry came in, limping with his wounded left leg, he heard the Wood Elf that was accidentally burned asking everybody a question.
"Deal with it, ser Whitehead" - Henry answered smiling at him sarcastically. The bard sat on the floor, while holding his leg, so it would not hurt that much. - "Even the gods do not want you."
Henry then started chuckling as if he was a little child, laughing from his own joke.
Henry looked at the Dunmer with a serious face not really understanding why she was so kind to him.
"Well, family relics should not be given away so easily, you know. They usually make into songs quite often. I'd do better creating a song about it than wielding it" - he smiled to the Dunmer right before stopping in front of the entrance to the pits.
"Well, family relics should not be given away so easily, you know. They usually make into songs quite often. I'd do better creating a song about it than wielding it" - he smiled to the Dunmer right before stopping in front of the entrance to the pits.
Henry stopped and looked at the Dunmer for a moment.
"What unicorn? I don't recall any Unicorns in the Imperial City." - he started chuckling and slowly kept on walking. - " Also I really hate armor. Makes you immobile, unable to roll on the ground and spears are the weapons that I like the most."
"What unicorn? I don't recall any Unicorns in the Imperial City." - he started chuckling and slowly kept on walking. - " Also I really hate armor. Makes you immobile, unable to roll on the ground and spears are the weapons that I like the most."
Bard stopped for a moment and curiously turned his head towards the Dunmer.
"Well, I'm listening" - he said and gave her a smile, then started moving again - "Then again I'm moving so slow, that you'll easily catch up, serah Dunmer."
"Well, I'm listening" - he said and gave her a smile, then started moving again - "Then again I'm moving so slow, that you'll easily catch up, serah Dunmer."
Henry watched the spectacle how an Orsimer female, which the bard has not noticed before, almost got into a fight with a Dunmer, who actually kicked Henry a sword in the middle of the fight. When the archers came in and started aiming, Henry's smile didn't go anywhere and he bowed to everyone watching, though the bow was somewhat clumsy because of his injured left leg. However, moments later the bowmen were told to hold their fire and the prisoners were told to go back into the pits. Henry felt his back patted by the Orsimer who saved him. The bard smiled to the Orc and nodded while carefully trying to start moving.
"I told you the gods don't want the likes of me" - Henry stated as he started limping towards the entrance to the pit, grinning a little every he had to put his weight on the left leg.
"I told you the gods don't want the likes of me" - Henry stated as he started limping towards the entrance to the pit, grinning a little every he had to put his weight on the left leg.
Henry looked at the Orc who miraculously saved him with a half smile and took his hand to stand up. He tried not to put weight on his left leg, as it was somewhat wounded.
"Aye, Talos, Akatosh, Dibella, Malacath and all those others do not seem to want me yet" - Henry said as he stood up. - "Still, sincere thanks."
He carefully passed some weight on his injured leg in order not to stand holding hands with the Orsimer. The bard grinned because of pain for a moment, but soon the smile came back to his face and he let go of his saviors hand.
"Aye, Talos, Akatosh, Dibella, Malacath and all those others do not seem to want me yet" - Henry said as he stood up. - "Still, sincere thanks."
He carefully passed some weight on his injured leg in order not to stand holding hands with the Orsimer. The bard grinned because of pain for a moment, but soon the smile came back to his face and he let go of his saviors hand.
As Henry was avoiding all the fighting he suddenly felt kind of bad. He saw a Bosmer prisoner laying on the ground and the young Breton girl rushing to help him. Only moments later did Henry understand, that the girl has accidentally hit the Bosmer with one of her spells.
"Darn Magic"-mumbled Henry - "you can never trust it."
However seeing the vulnerable couple, at least two attackers started moving their way. "I should help the winning side, and prisoners are winning" - a thought crossed the bard's mind. After a short sigh. Henry started running towards one of the attackers who the Breton girl was barely able to hold back with a ward spell. When the bard was close enough, Henry jumped tackling the attacker, who was an Altmer, before both of them thwacked painfully on the ground of the Arena. Both of their weapons rolled away somewhere beyond grasp.
Henry wanted to get up and make some distance, but he was stopped with a heavy punch, that left him lying for a couple of seconds. When he regained consciousness. The man that Henry tackled was surprisingly back to punching the ward that the girl still kept on, his back turned to Henry. Henry blinked twice, then started laughing hysterically.
"You really are stupid, ser Altmer" - Henry said loudly, while rising, still a little bit dizzy from the punch. However, the laugh and the sentence were enough to shift the Altmer's attention to Henry. He stepped forward, grabbed Henry's rags and lifted him up the air. He shouted something about doing bad things to Henry's mother, as well as referring to his father in a very inventive way. Then hitting Henry in the face with a punch. However, that must have had the absolute opposite effect of what the Altmer expected. Henry burst out laughing and started swinging his legs, somehow managing to hit the surprised attacker in the stomach, what made him drop Henry. The bard clumsily fell to the ground and silently wailed in pain as he felt his leg disjointing. After opening his eyes, Henry saw that the Breton had a much better time healing the Bosmer without having to defend from two attackers with a ward spell. The Altmer went two steps back and looked furious because of the kick Henry has given him.
"Well, know I'm in need of saving" - he mumbled silently and started chuckling, though a little bit silently because of the pain in his leg - "What a song will that make."
"Darn Magic"-mumbled Henry - "you can never trust it."
However seeing the vulnerable couple, at least two attackers started moving their way. "I should help the winning side, and prisoners are winning" - a thought crossed the bard's mind. After a short sigh. Henry started running towards one of the attackers who the Breton girl was barely able to hold back with a ward spell. When the bard was close enough, Henry jumped tackling the attacker, who was an Altmer, before both of them thwacked painfully on the ground of the Arena. Both of their weapons rolled away somewhere beyond grasp.
Henry wanted to get up and make some distance, but he was stopped with a heavy punch, that left him lying for a couple of seconds. When he regained consciousness. The man that Henry tackled was surprisingly back to punching the ward that the girl still kept on, his back turned to Henry. Henry blinked twice, then started laughing hysterically.
"You really are stupid, ser Altmer" - Henry said loudly, while rising, still a little bit dizzy from the punch. However, the laugh and the sentence were enough to shift the Altmer's attention to Henry. He stepped forward, grabbed Henry's rags and lifted him up the air. He shouted something about doing bad things to Henry's mother, as well as referring to his father in a very inventive way. Then hitting Henry in the face with a punch. However, that must have had the absolute opposite effect of what the Altmer expected. Henry burst out laughing and started swinging his legs, somehow managing to hit the surprised attacker in the stomach, what made him drop Henry. The bard clumsily fell to the ground and silently wailed in pain as he felt his leg disjointing. After opening his eyes, Henry saw that the Breton had a much better time healing the Bosmer without having to defend from two attackers with a ward spell. The Altmer went two steps back and looked furious because of the kick Henry has given him.
"Well, know I'm in need of saving" - he mumbled silently and started chuckling, though a little bit silently because of the pain in his leg - "What a song will that make."
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