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Trond’s face softened from suspicion at Ghost’s antics to pride, puffing out his chest. It wasn’t the sort of information he usually chose to share, for fear that somebody with a grudge against guardsmen might use it to their advantage, but with the festive atmosphere there didn’t seem any harm in admitting the connection.
‘Aye, that’s her. Joldi’s her name. You won’t find a better baker in Skyrim, if I do say so myself.’ In a rare bout of magnanimity, and with the taste of J’hasi’s shared mead still on his tongue, he added, ‘Tell her I sent you. Might give you a discount.’
The Khajiit giggled, both from drink and Ghost’s breath puffing on his ear.
“Alright, I will. Hopefully she has more of those uh… I forgot what they were called…” J’hasi paused, trying to remember before shrugging it off. He’d know what they looked like. Or how they smelled. Or tasted… Something. Ghost huffed dejectedly, certain that any hope of possible treats had dashed away. The Khajiit patted her neck, smiling up at the mare.
“Ah well. M’sure that most of what she’s got is good, if your guardsmanship skills are required. Proper security for the quality of goods and all that.”
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