Kat: Get your feral on.
(I mean flip the fuck out with the claws and the biting)
Or if that fails,
ask if you can at least keep that letter you were supposed to deliver.
Your mind is filled with cunning plans and heroic maneuvers. You know there has to be some way to get out of this with your life intact. Maybe you could run or hide or trick him or fight him or… or..
You’re not a hero. You’re just a scared, friendless nobody who doesn’t want to bleed to death on the side of a road. You’re being threatened by someone twice your size who, last night, threw a sword into a wall so hard you couldn’t get it back out.
You’re sorry, you just can’t do this.
Gharug commends your choice. If everyone was as smart as you, he would almost never have to get his kill on. He proceeds to rifle through your belongings for anything of value.
You ask him why he even gave you the money if he was just going to take it back. Experience has taught him that this is a lot easier if victims trust him on their second encounter. And it worked well this time: he got at least a 600% return on his initial investment! He’s kind of a stickler for bookkeeping, he explains; he’ll even write you a receipt if you want.
After a few minutes, his assessment of your inventory is complete. At your request, he leaves the letter and book. You consider spinning an elaborate tale about how the book is actually a secret treasure map only you know how to translate, but it has your map, lockpick, and glass shard inside and you don’t really want him to find out about them. At this point, you’re cutting your losses and trying to keep whatever you can.
Gharug notices something else beneath the blanket. What’s this?
Four leaf clover!!!
It’s his lucky day. Moreso than usual, even.
Anyway, pleasure conducting business with you, Sweetcakes. This gap in the patrol doesn’t last all day, though, so he’s got to get his flee on, if you know what he’s saying. He’s saying he’s leaving. Take care, and good luck earning some more money.
And as fast as he showed up, Gharug is gone.
You feel awful. While you are glad you survived, a nagging voice in the back of your head insists that maybe you could’ve ran. Maybe you could’ve taken him in a fight. Maybe if you weren’t such a worthless coward who can’t do anything right, none of this would’ve happened. Why didn’t you tell Quill-Weave about Gharug’s money? She would’ve known Fixes-Homes is a stupid fake name. You’re an idiot. Your life’s probably not even worth the 30 septims you just lost.
And to make matters worse, that clover is totally going to make Gharug find more clovers or something until he has all the luck.