Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161209153206/@comment-7262318-20161214000151

The Khajiit glared up at Rikki from under his hood. The only thing she could see were his eyes, which were as crimson as the Bloodmoon itself.

"I'm not interested in you or your damn tail," He hissed. "I just need a lockpick. Or a sword, something like that. I don't know if you've noticed, but there's a battle going on outside and there's a good amount of men out there who are deserving a fate worse than death, and I am here to deliver said fate. But, I can't do that, chained up to the floor, now can I?"