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((Okay, since everyone seems to be getting them confused, Married-the-ocean, Kiis-ame and Shadowtail are all males. Obitobi is female))

"HALP!" yelled Shadowtail," I'm in his clutches!"
"Well get out of them then!" bellowed Kiis-ame from the doorway.
Meanwhile all the other occupants of the bar decided that hooray there's a brawl, let's join in! and were rolling around vaguely in the background, making loud noises.
"Ican'tthat'swhyI'maskingforit!" hissed Shadowtail, struggling in vain.

Obitobi managed to squirm her way out as the assailant was distracted by Shadowtail kicking wildly in his grasp.

"Notthefacenotthefacenotthe-" he shifted his grip.
"Hold my prunes." Obitobi shoved the tureen into Married-the-ocean's arms.
"Eh?" he said blankly, looking in horror as their commando leader appeared to be in some sort of choke hold.
"Oh! And these!", she shoved the filched items down his shirt.
"Eh?"
"Someone do something!" wailed Kiis-ame, hopping from foot to foot. It said a lot about his loyalty that he was only mildly edging towards the exit.
"Males!" hissed Obitobi in despair.
She walked over (still invisible) and wallopped the assailant (now armbarring poor Shadowtail) over the head with a chair.

((Now I know this is shameless godmodding, but it gets them out of the bar, if you hate tell me and I'll change the post
3nodding ))

It appeared to knock the person out, or at least stun him.
"Um..." he won't let go of my wrist..." shadowtail said, wrenching at the offending limb," Are you sure you didn't kill him? I heard someone say that death grips are-"
"Just drag him with you!" Kiis-ame and Marrie-the-ocean wailed together," The watch is coming!"

*I claim the Imperial Watch as my temporary character*

"So it went over here?" came a hopeful voice.
"...No...over there, by the creepy looking old fort you're trying to avoid."
"...Oh...are you sure?"
"You were the one who threw it, so you have to pick it up."
"But what about ...goblins?"
"You'll get eaten I suppose."
"That's mean Captain," the first voice said plaintively. Grey listened cautiously, still keeping an eye on what was happening below. The trapdoor hidden in the old tree had decent acoustics; whichever Argonian was howling down below was producing quite a strange ringing sound up above. The unfortunate guard drew closer, poking dismally at the bushes.

"Captain," he called out miserably. "I can hear something nasty, I think it must have taken your necklace alre-"
"It's an amulet you idiot! Very definitely a masculine amulet," the Guardsman snapped back vehemently. Grey's ears must have twitched, she was sure. Amulet, eh? She moved almost silently, but had taken no more than four steps before she remembered the fools down in the subterranean fort. Resisting the urge to swear loudly, she backed up, incidentally stepping on a rather gaudy woman's pendant. Silver with a fist-sized ruby embedded in a rough heart shape.
"Urgh," she muttered very quietly, tucking it in with the rest of her stash. Behind her, the younger guardsman slipped over, sliding back down the mossy rocks.

"Myyyyyyiiiee bonnyliesovertheocean!" sang Married-the-ocean, hands clasped together in the centre of his chest. In spite of the overwhelmingly conclusive evidence of Argonians in general lacking awareness of depth, tone, rythm, pitch and melody, it did not discourage their love of music in the least. They revere music with such strength and devotion that most other species don't have the heart to stop them but content themselves with leaving the general area as fast as possible. The Argonians know this. And use it shamelessly to their advantage.
"MMyyyyyiiee bonnyliesoverthe,' Obitobi took a deep breath,"Sseeeeaaa...!"
"Mmmyyyiie bonnyliesovertheoc-eaaaaaaaaAANNN!!"Kiis-ame in a completely different key.
"OOHH...BRRRRING BACK....MY BONNNYYYY...TO MEEEEEEEEE!!" finished shadowtail in a deep bass.

It is to be noted that while one can be trained in the art of ignoring authorative voices, there is currently none for withstanding an Argonian quartet.

"EEK! IT'S ALIVE!" screamed Kiis-ame.
"Great, well there goes lunch!" muttered Married-the-ocean.
"I told you so!" Obitobi yelled triumphantly.
"Yeah, well- I maintain that anything that smells that bad should NOT be alive!" Married-the-ocean retorted.

Meanwhile Shadowtail had poked his head out the hole.

"Shut up will you!" he hissed," They've only run back to the tree cover. And something smells...hairy out there...We may have to break out into the christmas carols yet."

He slid back down into the hole and looked at the human-ish thing.

"We could still eat it?" suggested Married-the-ocean hopefully.