Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150315213237/@comment-5543592-20150317013219

"So,"  he looked at the Khajiit, "no offense, Ma'Khenro, but I really don't want to drink his blood.  In fact, drinking blood is at like the bottom of the list of things I am willing to do." Perdix scratched his head. He paced, not sure what to do. He wanted to marry Valkyrie. He was sure of that. But there had to be a way out. There was always a way out.

He looked at Valkyrie, distraught. His eyes pleaded with her to tell him what to do, "Valkyrie, I-I don't...." His voice cracked. I don't know what to do.