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‘Smart.’
Almost too smart. The sort of smartness which came from personal experience, of being the disappointed thief once too often. Trond narrowed his eyes over his drink, but in the end he shook his head and took another mouthful of mead. There were more important things to worry about on a festival day.
He swallowed and gave a small, satisfied sigh, before waving the tankard towards the horse. A creature that size usually earned extreme caution from the guard, but in the crowds, with the music and the colours and the smell of spices and sugar, Trond was prepared to overlook that, too.
‘Yours?’ he asked. ‘Doesn’t look like one of Skulvar’s.’
J’hasi smiled, giving her neck a good scratch.
“Yeah, she is. Name’s Ghost. She found me somewhere along the coast in Winterhold and hasn’t left me alone since.” As if to retort she blew a gust of hot air in his face. The Khajiit beamed, stroking her nose.
“She’s real friendly, you can pet her if you want. Just mind that she doesn’t try to make a snack out of your hair. Though that might not be a problem since yours is so short. Or it might, maybe she likes a challenge.”
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