The Khajiit mumbled a string of quiet curses, the Dunmeris slurred and adequately reflecting his displeasure at being conscious in such a state. He lifted his hand to rub at his face, wincing at a scrape of metal against metal, ears pressed back in a futile attempt to keep out the noise. It didn’t keep out the next one, either.
“You’re awake.” J’hasi’s eyes snapped open, ears trained on the source, cursing the awful hangover pounding in his skull as he tried to scramble further away, but only wobbled and fell over. The Altmer from last night was there, and gods damn it all, he should’ve fucking known.
It had been a Thalmor trap.
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