Muad'dib
The mouse-shadow
The Bosmer sipped at the wine, glancing around at the customers. He barely had time to recognize it was some sort of local vintage before one of the customers walked towards his table and introduced herself. He looked up, taking a glance at the elven woman before using a foot to slide out the chair across from him.
"Of course. It would be rude to turn down company." The elf looked her over briefly, then took a few more sips of his wine. He hunted, but by the looks of him, he had experience with the type of prey that walked on two legs. "I call myself Darius."
"Of course. It would be rude to turn down company." The elf looked her over briefly, then took a few more sips of his wine. He hunted, but by the looks of him, he had experience with the type of prey that walked on two legs. "I call myself Darius."