The Khajiit’s brow rose, expression set in a nonverbal ‘really?’ before huffing out a sigh and digging around in his pack. He swiped a touch of healing salve on a scrap of cloth before tying it around the guardsman’s hand, slapping the site of the cut in a ‘welp, here you go’ sort of fashion before holding out his palm, crooking his fingers at him.
“Twenty septims. Pay up, lawman.”
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