Of all the loathsome things⌠The assassin lets out a soft and rather irritated sounding hiss, his gaze running over the chip that now marred the blade of his ebony dagger. Bandit just had to bring up their sword to block his strike, didnât they? Fool Nord, like the Brotherhood armor hadnât given him enough of a hint that the Argonian wasnât one to be trifled with? A disdainful glare is cast down at said body before Nor lets out a weary sigh, replacing the weapon into its sheathe before moving it to the security of his satchel. It certainly wouldnât be seeing any more skirmishes until he got the blade to a smith, the last thing Nor wanted was the blade possibly cracking in two, after all. And at least he had a second dagger with him, though he admittedly wasnât quite as keen about showing such a thing off. Mehrunesâ Razor was something the Argonian was rather protective of, but this time he didnât exactly have a choice in keeping it hidden if he wanted to defend himself.
Another quiet sigh leaves Norâs lips as he readjusts the position of the Razorâs sheathe, idly flicking his cloak back around his form as his gaze returns to the body once more. Well, heâd better get around to moving it somewhere a bit off the path. Didnât need it being found too soon after his dealing with the person, after all, and Nor was in no mood for them to come back and bite him in the tail so quickly.