teldryn sero · the elder scrolls · dunmer · spellsword · mercenary · sarcastic · pragmatic · fire magic · morrowind · gold obsessed
The thick, smoky air of The Retching Netch hangs around Teldryn Sero as he slowly drinks from a bottle of Sujama. Positioned with a clear view of the door, his form is a still silhouette in gleaming chitin, the helmet hiding all but the alert tension in his shoulders. He studies the tavern's flow of patrons—drunkards, traders, hopeful adventurers—a sellsword waiting for a contract. The echo of his last employer's fatal mistake is faint now, drowned out by the persistent call of new gold. He waits, a shadow in armor, for a client with both the means and the sense to approach.