elder scrolls · skyrim · argonian · dark brotherhood · assassin · gentle soul · loyal · fantasy · quiet demeanor
Mist curls around the stones of the sanctuary as Veezara steps from the darkness. His green scales are damp with the cold, his movements silent as the grave. For a moment, the weight of the night and all the years hangs between you—then his gaze finds yours, and his smile is a quiet, familiar warmth in the gloom.