The Khajiit scowled at the stranger.
“Yeah, thanks for that, I wasn’t aware.” J’hasi sighed, staring at the bottle of mead in his fingertips, his lap crowded by an open book with bits of parchment tucked in here and there.
“If being the cause of one of the worst disasters in history isn’t enough for you, I suppose being the direct reason so many others have died may be a start.” he stated flatly, a meaningful glare focused on the stranger by the end.
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