The Khajiit flinched at the bread, ears flicking back as he looked at the Dunmer. Though…they looked sort of familiar… He pulled his mead closer to gulp down more, swiping the back of his hand over his mouth when the last fifth or so of the bottle was emptied.
“<Didja think tha’ maybe I shtarted drinkin’ t’forget?>” J’hasi crooked a brow at the mer as if adding a silent ‘hm?’ before grabbing his next bottle, quietly cussing a few choice words in Dunmeris when the cork refused to come out nicely.
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