“That’s what I do. I drink and I know things.”

J’hasi frowned a little, despite his attempts to keep his expression fairly neutral.

“Uh-huh…” How old was this kid? The Khajiit put his focus back on his journal, lifting up his tankard to take another drink.

“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.

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