❛ I’m terribly sorry, I didn’t know. ❜

J’hasi hiccuped, waving off the apology with a slurred mumble of Dunmeris. Not their fault that he was too drunk to hold a conversation in Cyrodilic. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to answer any questions they had anyways, from the look of it they were either a traveler or a mage. Possibly both. He didn’t know the area at all, and one would get better results questioning the local wildlife about magic than him. That is, actual questions and not ‘how do you patch up mild to severe burns’. He picked up his tankard and downed another gulp of mead, returning his attention to his journal.