Khaos the Argonian
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"Now before I stitch you up, tell me why you are out in the woods.", the old man said flatly, he kept the needle close enough that it singed his back, but far enough that only the heat was felt. Ah, Khajiit has wondered when the torture would start, how quaint, he thought. S'darkiir sighed, which prompted more coughing, and spoke, "I was following you.", he said this as evenly as he could, the admission of guilt was always hard for S'darkiir, as it meant that if he was admitting guilt, then he has been caught doing something, and being caught means he made a mistake, and if he made a mistake that means he had failed, and failure is never acceptable. He cleared his throat, "Er, yes, there has been nausea, headaches and such. It-it is only starva-",another coughing fit, this one was not as severe,"-star-starvation. We are starved of blood, after a while it becomes bearable but if wounded and overexposed to the sun...",he trailed off, it was obvious what was wrong, it was obvious what would happen, it was obvious Isnar didn't give a skeever's left nut what happened to the vampire.