caravan guard
lone Khajiit
Xander growled deep to himself. He was truly in deep doo doo. Perhaps he should've went through a backdoor or something. His empty eyes seem to rest on the orc. He spoke slowly. "Sometimes there are things you shouldn't mess with..And I am one of those things..I sorry for barging in but I must do something to satiate my hunger...Something that is most frowned upon in this village.."
He took a wiff.. And heard the question. "There is nothing I need..I don't really want you..It's your power..Legends speak of the possibility of gaining one's power through consumption.." Xander smiled revealing his razor sharp teeth.
He took a wiff.. And heard the question. "There is nothing I need..I don't really want you..It's your power..Legends speak of the possibility of gaining one's power through consumption.." Xander smiled revealing his razor sharp teeth.