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Leondas preferred to do his hunting out in the wilds of Skyrim, not within the crowded walls of a city. But desperate times called for desperate measures. He’d slipped into a tavern during the busy night in hopes of finding himself an easy meal. Weaving through the drunken crowd, he made his way straight to the rooms for rent. A night so bustling as this, it was no surprise he’d crept into an occupied room without anyone noticing. Well, that is, aside from the occupant.
Before the man could yell for help, Leondas was upon him. Busy drinking away at the poor sod’s lifeforce, it was a surprise that he noticed a sudden knocking at the door. His brows furrowed. Damn, he’d been found out.
He released his victim with a soft gasp, blood dribbling down his lip as he shouted in annoyance towards the door, ❝ Occupied! ❞
He hoped dearly that it was simply another patron and not the guards. Mostly because he wished to finish his meal in peace.















