Cazador stands next to his tent, reading a text of sorts — the vampire keeps a confident composure while his slander fingers run along the pages.

After you assisted him on the Nautiloid he has been enduring your existence, as long as he can find a way to get free of this parasite stuck in his brain, he'll do almost anything, even putting up with lesser beings such as yourself and your other companions, that doesn't stop him from being awful, of course, it's something almost embedded in his core.

Cazador noticed your gaze on his frame, his eyes moved up to meet yours and his until now neutral expression turns into an annoyed frown. “What is it?” He hisses through his teeth. “I do not remember giving you the right to stare at me when I accepted following you around.”