The Khajiit hiccupped, reeking of mead and singed fur.
“I fffffffind that th’ onesh y’gotta look out fer are the friendly onesh… Y’know wha’ I mean? Th’ onesh that’re shooper helpful then…” J’hasi’s eyes widened when they finally focused on the stranger, suddenly blurting out a curse in Dunmeris before taking a swing, going right through the ghost and striking the tree behind them. He dropped to the ground, a slurred mess of curses as he nursed his hand, fairly certain that something was broken.
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