sieralon:
“True, but we aren’t Nords,” the boy replied, absent-mindedly rubbing his hands together as well. “Nords are supposed to take to cold like… like… a fish to swimming? An Altmer to magic? They wouldn’t mind all this cold, or not as much.”
He brightened as they stepped up to the porch. “There are bound to be plenty of Nords inside,” he said. “We could ask one of them!”
The Khajiit’s ears flattened, the corner of his mouth stretching off to the side. This kid really was clueless… He quickly took a few steps ahead, stopping in front of the door before the mer could try to open it.
“Let’s not ask.” The last thing he wanted was for the locals to get defensive around him simply by association, making getting directions to his contract a pain, not to mention making it more difficult for him to get work around here in the future. Plus, he was very much concerned that the mer would not make it past the first ignorant question before a Nord decided to introduce them to their fist. J’hasi grabbed the cold metal ring of the door.
“Let’s just get some food, yeah?” he muttered, pulling it open and feeling the heat of the fire inside wash over him before slipping inside.