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The Khajiit slowly raised a brow.

“I’ve heard she’s a smuggler and a thief, but that’s something any racist bastard would say in an attempt to justify themselves and their actions.” J’hasi said as he cracked open a book to retrieve a slip of parchment left between the pages before putting it into his bag.

“I’ve also heard she’s a cold-blooded killer, but I find that just as hard to believe as the previous accusations. She lacks the stomach for murder. And I doubt she could pick pockets without freezing at the thought of depriving another of anything.” He stuffed another book into his pack with a frown.

“I don’t think she has it in her to do harm to anyone, really.” he muttered.