The Khajiit’s ears remained pinned back, watching this stranger carefully.
“Good, because I wasn’t going to make it easy for you if you were.”
“Bit late to be wandering around, isn’t it?”
The Khajiit paused, brow lifting a little in response, his tail curling slowly at the tip.
“I suppose the same could be asked of you, now couldn’t it?” he asked in turn, ears barely pricking, unsure if this was leading up to an ambush or not.
“Trouble?”
The Khajiit’s eyes narrowed, staring down the stranger with a hint of a scowl on his face, before he looked away, ears flicked back.
“Not yet.” he muttered, walking away, tail sharply swishing every step or so.
“Disrespect the law, and you disrespect me.”
“Now why would you think I’d do something like that?” came the muffled response, J’hasi’s brows lifted as if in genuine surprise, cheeks bulging with the chewed-up remains of half a sweetroll.
“’M hurt, Trond, I thought we were friends…” The Khajiit’s face was a picture of mock upset, lower lip pouting out a little as he looked up at the Nord, icing sticking to his whiskers and crumbs on his fur. He sighed, dropping his gaze to the ground.
“Now who am I supposed to share all these sweetrolls with?”
“I find your hand in my pocket, I’m going to cut it off.”
The Khajiit’s eyes went wide, ears flicking back at just how massive the mer was, the reek of undeath making a small noise come out of his throat. He backed up slowly, tail puffed and curled around his legs, wanting to turn tail and run, but not wanting to turn his back to something so big and terrifying.
When he backed up enough to bump into Ghost, he squeaked and bolted for the trees, the dappled mare snorting once, giving the vampire a long look before slowly turning to follow the fleeing Khajiit.
(Cyril) “Watch the skies, traveler.”
J’hasi frowned, staring at the stranger. They smelled off, and whatever was making them smell like…that…he didn’t like it. It was more concerning for him than the threat of any dragon. His ears kept alert, slightly pulled back as the Khajiit continued on his way, hyperaware of the Imperial.
“Yeah, sure…thanks.” he muttered, a prickling feeling running down his back.
“Let me guess… someone stole yer sweetroll.”
J’hasi frowned, cocking a brow at the stranger before his tail gave a short swish behind him.
“…no? I think it would be rare that anyone would want the ones I do have.” His eyes lingered on the stranger for a few moments longer before resuming brushing Ghost’s coat.
“Trouble?”
J’hasi jumped a little, ears pricked and alert at the voice before he turned to look. His fur only flattened marginally, tail still behind him as his eyes flicked from the Nord, to where he’d been tracking a particular guardsman. Said guardsman had vanished in the time it took for him to look back. The Khajiit let out the barest huff of disappointment between his teeth before turning around to face the stranger once more.
“Not here. Nice day, though.” he said, letting the complacent snake he’d had in his hands coil around his fingers, scales gleaming in the warm sunshine.
I heard a rumor that Jhasi’s an idiot, any truth to that?
The Khajiit scowled.
“Insulting someone to their face doesn’t sound like a smart thing to do, yet here you are.” he snapped.
“Could sure use a warm bed right about now…”
The Khajiit frowned, a little wary of the familiar scent coming off of them, but they seemed harmless for the moment. He gestured towards town, one ear trained on them as his eyes flicked to the straps on his pack slung over Ghost’s back, fidgeting with the fastenings.
“Town’s that way. I’m sure there’s an inn with beds to spare.”
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