Jonathan
Mumbling can be heard from the tent, a huff as well, like the sound of a bull rearing to charge. As Vos-Kujei gets closer vines rise from the ground and grasp his legs
Paul
"Not wise to sneak up on a Warden while he sleeps." He says, his voice deep and bellowing, "Especially one of my stature." He steps out of the tent, revealing that he is a large minotuar, horns adorned with vines
Richard
*Vos-Kujei let out a hearty reptilian laugh, unbothered by the vines tied against his legs.*

"I could not sneak if I tried, friend!"

*With a simple gesture, Vos-Kujei shifted form, and where once stood a heavy Xal-Krona, a slightly large hawk appeared, flying into the sky and landing elsewhere along the shore, shifting back into Vos-Kujei.*

"Please, there is no need for a fight, descendant of Morihaus. Quite the contrary, actually!"
Paul
The vines slither back into the soil, "A druid? No... I can sense it, you're a Warden, then?" He says, "An Argonian with knowledge of Morihaus? You are an odd sight indeed. Few are interested enough in learning about the Empire's history, let alone of my people."