Seanu Reaves
The Shogun of Gaming
The cold presence had lifted Indicum smiled. Time to learn what he could about Salthar, Indicum thought. Possible employer or no, Indicum needed to learn about this powerful being. Indicum rolled into a crouch, and proceeded to the door. The woman noticed, but she didn't move to stop him. That one wants me dead likely, Indicum made a mental note to be wary of her as well. Indicum checked the lock, it was difficult but Indicum's ring had enchantments so he was confident he could crack it. Click, and soon Indicum was entering the small room. He saw the robe folded on top of the chest at the base of the bed. I see why he wears those, Indicum thought, he looks like a plague victim pale and thin maybe its just his height. Indicum had to move fast, lest that sword leaning against the bed become covered in his blood. Odd, Indicum looked at that small smile, thinking of a loved one. So the beast had a beauty in his heart, Indicum was confused, vampires can still feel human emotions. Focus, Indicum ignored the nags his mind had for skooma as he search through the vampire's pockets. Looking for something that could give him a better clue of this Embodiment of Fear. Ah, a letter written in a feminine hand, so he is married interesting. He stared at the title that she used like it was a pet name: The Terror of Falkreath. Oh divines save us, Indicum knew the name rumors spread from bandit camp to camp of the vampire anti-stormcloak movement. Indicum put everything back and relocked himself out. His face as pale as a recently turned. The wood elf just laughed but Indicum ignored her, he had more important business: praying to any being who would listen.