If there was one thing that Tagorn despised doing the most in his centuries of unlife it would be having to work out in the open during the day. Yes Tagorn had grown use to the burning sensation that would cover his skin whenever he left the safety of the shadows, the feeling being comparable to sitting in the fire of a roaring hearth, but he still loathed the handicap. How could a being as powerful as a vampire have a weakness as simple as sunlight? Was a question that he asked a number of times, even on occasion to the father of all the night children Molag Bal himself. But he never received an answer he found any pleasure in.

The pale Bosmer pulled himself away from his inner thoughts when he caught the sight of Allaina standing at the street corner. He couldn't help but grow a smirk under his mask when he notice the odd smile on the young Wood elf's lips and the quick scan she offered him. It had to be her seeming innocence that peeked his interest, it was so rare for him to come across any in these times. He looked over her with his dark bronze eyes and prepared for the apparent question she had when the other members of their little operation showed up.

Though the rest of the group wouldn't be able to see it under the cowl Tagorn grew his normal wicked grin when the Renrija Krin were mentioned, having run into them a number of times. "Ohh we get to play with the smiling kittens." He said with a smirk as he looked over the group. "Lets just hope they don't have any fish to catch."