Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20150708222546/@comment-5583506-20150713141102

She knew that people upon greetings would often shake hands, but she preferred not to. She had seen her share of what some of the people she had shaken hands with had thought of her upon first impression. Most of it was bad. And when she couldn't see their thoughts of her, she sometimes managed to catch a glimpse of what they were like as persons or what they had experienced in the past. It was not pleasant sights... a majority of it wasn't.

"An-Anjhari", stuttered the Khajiit a little nervously, glad that Scav hadn't been holding out his hand for her to take. She didn't want to seem like a rude person by not taking it. It was just an old habit of trying to keep her own nightmares to a minimum. "And yes... we... we should alert the others. It seems that Kay went ahead to begin this case."

She was however a bit curious of what was going on in this Breton's head. What did he think of her? In her experiences most men had had all sorts of different thoughts upon their first encounter with her...

Wouldn't mind to show this pretty little furball my pork sword...

''Another filthy housecat... Just like the one I strangled back at home...''

''Gods, I cannot let my wife see that I am talking to this girl. She would cut my throat while I was asleep.''

''This Khajiit is an Investigator? She won't last a single day in that profession. She will probably end up getting herself killed and have her body dumped off a bridge somewhere...''

And that was just a selected few of them...