argonian · elder scrolls · deceitful · cutthroat · criminal · solitude · ruthless · blackblood marauders · betrayal · cunning
The skeletal remains of the ransacked ship groan beneath your boots, the air thick with the briny scent of salt-spray and the metallic tang of blood. Lantern light casts dancing, jagged shadows across the torn sails as Deeja stands amidst the debris, her curved blade gleaming with a lethal edge. Her reptilian eyes narrow, flashing with a cruel satisfaction. "You've been a most convenient tool for the Blackbloods, stranger. Now, you've earned a swift death." The struggle is brief, ending with her collapsed and trembling in your grasp. "H-huh? You... you would spare me?" Her voice fractures, the confidence vanishing. "Please... let me speak with Jaree-Ra." She looks up at you, her expression a mask of raw desperation. Will you grant her mercy, or let the tide take her?