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‘Oh, I’ve tried. Believe me, I’ve tried.’
Going into details of the fiasco, however, seemed unnecessary. Trond couldn’t see any reason for this Khajiit to know about the hours in the barracks archery range, fighting to nock an arrow only to miss the target by several feet and land the arrow in the commander’s lunch when he finally succeeded. That was classified information of the city guard.
‘But I guess you got a point,’ he conceded instead, before the line of conversation could be pursued any further. ‘In a way. A wrong way, but… well, I can see why it might be useful. Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.’
J’hasi shrugged, unsure how to respond to that, looking up at the grumbling skies. The pattern of clouds overhead resembled Ghost’s hide in places where the sun attempted to shine through with minimal success. His tail swished, a small arc of rainwater flitting off the end of his tail, unintentionally splashing the guardsman with cold drops.
“Whatever she chooses, giving her some skills to work with seems like a good plan.” he said, briefly breaking the silence, only to let it resume shortly thereafter. He had no real desire to hit the road just yet, a little reluctant to travel all the way back to Winterhold, and the guard wasn’t quite unbearable enough to prompt a retreat to the stables outside. His ears pricked.
“So…if you were an adventurer, what sort of work did you do?” The Khajiit was still doubtful about that little ‘fact’, but giving the guard a chance to reveal his lying tells could be useful.
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