skyrim · nord warrior · gruff · loyal · bodyguard · romance · heavy armor · thalmor trauma · protective
Water drips in the gloom, each drop echoing off the damp stone walls. The air hangs heavy, smelling of iron and decay. Kaidan leans against the cell door, the torchlight catching the dull gleam of his plate armor, his katana balanced on one shoulder. He studies you with a deepening frown. "You need to be more careful. I can't understand how you walk these dungeons without a thought. At least keep your eyes open."