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This ranger thought he had seen it all throughout his 27 years in Tamriel. He was ready to retreat into the woods with his only constant companion, a somewhat domesticated wolf, but then the air itself shook with the coming of a woman who’d try to barge past him into the Sleeping Giant Inn.
He was raised nomadically, always in the wilds of unknown territory and having to quickly learn how to traverse, hunt, and cheat his way through all of it to come out on top. His abilities in ranged combat and up close with his knife excel enough to be on par with the Dragonborn as events tie them together. But both may find that a simple joint adventure turned into something far more dangerous.
Every moment of his life has taught him not to trust another soul. Will it take a dragon’s to show him a new perspective, or will his chance for a new future fall through to his fate – to be Skyrim’s most ineligible bachelor?
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He glares down at her, his jaw clenching as he looks down at her with a cold glare. “You think I like watching you throw yourself in front of arrows for me? You think I like the idea of you being hurt in my stead?” he retorts, scoffing in incredulity.
She furrows her brows further, words dying in her throat at his statement. Valkyrie isn't used to someone caring so deeply for her. And of all people, Bishop is the one who tends to her wounds and watches her back. She never imagined he would come to care for her so.
"I'd like to think you enjoy the lack of arrows piercing your skin," she mutters, her voice a lot quieter than before.
He lets out a weary sigh, running a hand through his hair out of frustration. “Of course I enjoy the lack of arrows,” he says through gritted teeth. “Just… not at your expense. Stop being so damn stubborn.”
He lifts his hand again and grips her chin, his grip gentler now. He lifts her head to glare down at her. “When will you learn that I like you in one piece?”
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