RT if you are - gay - addicted to sweet rolls - an alien - a servant to the dark lord - socks no one will ever know which one it is

Thurilas heaves a sigh as the sun finally sets. According to the information he was given, his target should pass by him on the way home. And Thurilas has been waiting here a long time...

Thurilas tucked his coins away and sighed. It was enough to last him another week or so, but that was about it. Rubbing his aching head, he decided a good hunt would take his mind off things. Yes, nothing like mindless killing to distract him from the woes of mindless killing.

Perhaps he'd scour for some herbs as he head deeper into the forest. The Falkreath area was (rightly) covered in deathbell, and the woods housed more than a few damp crevices ripe with fungi.