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"Khajiit enchanting.  Very good, the best enchanting."

He ran out of salt and presented the pan to them. "There.  Is enchanted now."

"We do not even tell you the type of enchantment we wanted." Nyasia said.

"Is enchanted." The Khajiit insisted.

"Graicus?"  Someone cut in and Cade turned around to see who it was, but they had already dropped into the seat across the table. The man was thing, with a miscolored face and eye, an axe-head jaw, scraggly facial hair. His cheekbones were gaunt. "I know Graicus."

Cade blinked at the intrusion. "You do?"

He leaned back in his seat, three swords swinging from his waist, one on each hip, and third at the small of his beck. He kicked his feet up on the table, put his hands behind his head. "Of course!  I mean," he chuckled good-naturedly, "who doesn't, right?"

There was an air of something emimently wrong about this person. The sort skin-crawling, off feeling one gets from a rabid animal or perhaps a dark alley.