Things to know: Moroviik is a dragon priest whose main power is singing spellsongs to control his enemies.
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Moroviik held onto Saerlund's hand, floating beside him as they headed out of the house and into the streets of Whiterun. Smile hidden beneath the mask, he turned to his lover whose cheeks glowed bright red.
"Sweetheart, do I dare assume to where you take me?" Moroviik asked.
Saerlund shook his head. "No, I'd rather keep it a surprise if that's alright."
He nodded. "I understand." He shifted slightly closer to his lover, letting the tattered cape drape onto his back to guard them both from the oncoming gusts of wind.
As the pair crept past the citizens, one woman raised her eyebrow and stumbled a little. "A--a man with... another man?" she whispered beneath her breath.
Saerlund stopped in his tracks and shrugged. "Is there... anything wrong with that, miss?"
"Well... I mean... You're both......... men? Why are you together?" she posed.
Saerlund's smile instantly turned into a frown. He let go of Moroviik's hand and pointed a thumb at him. "So... you're more concerned that we're gay than the fact that I'm traveling with an undead, all-powerful draconic beast who can literally bring this entire town under his control with just a few words of song, or summon a fleet of dragons at the flick of his fingers."
The woman stepped back again. "I--I uhh..."
Moroviik leaned forward into the woman's face, scowled, and let out a low growl.
"P--please! I'm sorry!"
"HHHHSSSSS!!" Moroviik jumped at her.
The woman screeched. She threw her arms into the air and ran past the pair as far away from them as she could.
Moroviik grinned and chuckled. "That should teach her," he commented.
Saerlund's eyes widened and he looked up at the priest. "Moroviik, what have I told you about hissing at strangers?"
"It's impolite."
"Yes."
"Unless the stranger threatens you."
"MOROVIIK!"
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