Keyra was annoyed.

She'd been kidnapped from her home, tossed onto a stinking, filthy ship with equally disgusting fugitives and dumped onto an island where they asked her all sorts of pointless questions and acted like she was an imbecile.

And now some lowlife highway man was demanding her wedding ring and a hundred Septims.

She'd worked hard sneaking that gold out from under the guards' stupid human noses, and there was no way in Oblivion some stupid man was getting the ring Ictaph had given her. She loved her mate more than she loved the stars themselves.

"Over my dead body!" She snarled, letting her breath hiss out through her bared teeth. She would sooner bite the man's throat than give him a single claw of ground.

Who did he think he was, trying to rob her?

She was Keyra, Shadowscale of Blackrose, and Slayer of-