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Za'Tak sat down, stitching up his injured arm from his most recent adventure for the Companions, he winced slightly as he put drove the needle into his skin for the last time finishing off the stitch. Looking around Za'Tak sees someone who he hasn't seen before, an Argonian to be precise, rather pale for one, but he was an Argonian nonetheless. Standing up he walked over to him and asked him, "Who are you?" in a rather rude manner.

Legate was grumbling stitching up his tail. A stupid bandit wanted to take his tail home as a trophy he never got to go home. He was on his bed sitting there as he addressed the wound. He eventually looked up after a pause his helmeted face looking up at him his eyes glinting in the darkness of it slightly. "I am Legate the Armored Argonian I'd rather not be spoken to in a rude fashion, it's a larger insult then you think since I come from Blackmarsh where if you acted in such a manner your throat would be slit."

Za'tak snorts and then spots Legate's tail, he asks,"What happened?" a little concerned as even if he is an Argonian he is a Companion first.

He grumbled slightly stitching the last of the wound shut. It wasn't as bad for him to do such things because of his scales and being a vampire as well. "A bandit you know. How they always want to have souvenirs, Instead I got to keep his coin and his rather decently enchanted sword."

Za'tak simply asked Legate, "Will you be sharing that with the group?" as most bounties and rewards are split among the Companions, in a way it was his way of testing Legate.

A slight hiss was made along with a tongue flick under his helm. He stood up after making sure his wound was stitched and put a bag of gold in his hand about 500 septims "That's the groups share. It wasn't even a contract but I see greed is evident in this house. A sin that the gods would not have a high opinion of...."

Za'tak's eyes narrow, "It's not greed, its sharing with the group, its called comradery," he said grabbing the Septims from Legate.