Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-5583506-20150717183822

Shakti knocked on the door and waited for the smith to open.

A young Breton appeared in the doorway, clearly not the real owner of the smithy. More likely just an apprentice working there. "Can I help you?" he asked curiously upon seeing the Khajiit in the monk robes.

"Oh, please, good sir!" pleaded Shakti and sounded really pitiful. "My babies! This one's babies got lost in the streets!" She brushed away a tear from one of her sockets and snivelled, adding to the act. "Please, you got to help Khajiit find them!"

The Breton glanced back into the smithy a little nervously, as if he was wondering whether or not it was okay for him to leave his working place unmanned. "I... I guess I can help you look?"

"Oh, bless you, kind sir! Bless the sands you are walking on!"