The Khajiit scowled a little.
“Next time I won’t hide you. I’m not in the habit of covering for someone I barely know.”
The Khajiit scowled a little.
“Next time I won’t hide you. I’m not in the habit of covering for someone I barely know.”
J’hasi frowned a little, one brow rising.
“Don’t think so. Cyrodilic isn’t my first tongue, so if it seems like it, it’s completely unintentional.”
The Khajiit’s ears pricked, looking up from where he was busy cleaning fish by the lakeside, the insides left in the shallows to hopefully attract more. He gave his knife a swish in the water to clean the blood off, tail flicking as he snapped the neck of his current fish.
“If you’ve got a knife and don’t mind a warm meal in a few, sure.”