“What the hell did you do, Darg?!” J’hasi thrust his spear forward, catching the bandit under their ribcage, blood quickly blossoming out from the wound to soak into the cloth and leather, then drip onto the sand. Moments later another bandit swung at him, the darker Khajiit dodging the heavy head of a warhammer and falling back to his hands, then springing back onto his feet, spear still dripping. The tawny alfiq sprang onto the one with the hammer, claws sinking in before the light of a spell lit up the smaller Khajiit’s paws, and he sprang off to the sand, the bandit turning on their friends with vicious fervor.
‘This one made them a very generous offer. They refused, so this one took what was needed and left.’
“You stole from them?!” J’hasi let out a hiss of frustration between bared teeth, going after the last unoccupied member of the small group that had ambushed them, the one currently trying to shoot Windviper.
‘This one does not understand what you mean by stealing. It was there, this one needed it.’
“It wasn’t yours, Darg! By the Hist, you’re the worst this thrice-forsaken sandpit has to offer!” he snapped, throwing his dagger to strike the bandit in the back with a thump, arrow flying off in an awkward arc in another direction. J’hasi looked back at the others being struck again and again with the spiked face of the warhammer with a wince, Dargzalzi trotting towards him and sitting down, lifting a paw up to delicately lick the blood away.
‘This one has gotten what he came here for. Get that…ugh…black monster over here so we can l-HEY!’ J’hasi growled faintly, lifting the alfiq by the scruff to look him directly in the eye.
“Shut. Up. You’ve slowed us down for…whatever the hell you were after. What was so damn important you had to make us lose half a day’s worth of travel?” Dargzalzi’s eyes darted from J’hasi’s to the bandit still frenzied, beating the remaining group members to bloody pulps.
‘…this one needed a…bit of a pick-me-up… And a crystal. It was very important.’ J’hasi’s muzzle wrinkled.
“Sugar and a rock? Really?” Darg’s fur puffed, legs splaying out in indignant protest.
‘This one is suffering from the shakes, and the crystal is very important for his research.’ The darker Khajiit’s face split into a humorless smile.
“Well, that makes everything right as rain then.” he hissed, then sharply whistled for Windviper.
“In fact, I’m so happy that you wasted my gods-damned time, there’s a cozy saddlebag with your name on it…”
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