Frogspawn Swamp the doctors saved you,

Vein snorted softly then ended with a chuckle, still sitting relaxed he leaned forward as if speaking conspiritorly though really he was putting his weight forward just incase the two attacked him. He was unafraid of their ire and could tend to his own wounds or had others to help. And he felt that he alone weighed more then the two of them put together besides the gods would not allow these heathens to kill him. He whispered softly as he met the heretic priestess’ eyes with his sun golden ones, “You think the Gods or Daedra as you call them want just pretty words?”

His smile was more of a bareing of teeth then a real smile, as he glanced toward the devout follower behind the priestess his voice warming. "I agree the Gods are never sated, not so long as there is life upon this earth able to serve them, I’d be willing to believe they are one in the same or at least of the same sect.”

The muddied shaman was ready for attack yet, looked far too completely relaxed, his muscles loose aside from the slight forward lean. His gaze shifting back to the one he considered far more dangerous, the fanatical worshipper his next words may be the ones to placate or invite attack if his first sentence had not “Enlighten me, what is it that one should offer to the Daedra, so that I might offer to them properly.”

Vein has that effect on more wolves then I can count I need to get me a nice goody two-shoes toon next I think.