[color=39b54a][center][h3]Merik Roak[/h3][/center][/color][hr]

The man that smelled of orc was subdued quickly with a strong bite across the right shoulder and several hits to his abdomen. His jaw was still firmly clamped over the man’s shoulder and he yelped every time either of them moved. Merik knew the man would not die with how he held him but it would be painful. With the sudden ferocity leaving his eyes and the content nature of having caught his prey, the lizard looked at his were wolf prey and pointed at the keep. With a shrug he began to make his way back to the keep, his prey doing his best to move as little as possible while trapped in the beast’s jaws.

The man struggled but the slight clamp of Merik’s jaws dissuaded any attempts at further rebellion from his fate. It was either that or the drool pouring over their shoulder. Perhaps it was even the rough reptilian tongue that seemed to casually taste the man’s blood. Although people did stare or were attracted to the cries of pain from the man Merik was carrying. Not a single citizen or guard tried to stop him as he entered the grounds of the keep with the sometimes sobbing man. 

Upon entering the grounds to the keep the towering hulk stopped in front of a small gathering of guards. They were discussing something serious but all turned toward the whimpers of the man still clutched in his jaw. Merik let the man drop from his mouth to the ground several trails of drool following him. [color=00a651]“This one go to jail.”[/color] He spoke sternly and to the point then crouched down to the injured man and ran his tongue over the wounds and across the assassins face. [color=00a651]“If you run I eat you.”[/color] And with that Merik waited for the man to be restrained then headed off back towards the keep and the stash of food he left in the war room.