Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20161126014740/@comment-5583506-20161202212823

Warily looking over her shoulder to make sure that no Companions nor guards were after her tail, Rikki trotted down to the market of Whiterun, sticking the pouch of gold into her vest to safeguard it from prying eyes.

While down at the market the scent of spiced and sugared milk reached her and her irreedemable sweet-tooth.

Approaching one of the vendors Rikki whipped out her pouch of gold, barely keeping it together as she saw a bowl of fresh, warm milk stand on the counter.

"Please", she purred. "Rikki wants that!"

The vendor seemed amused to find a Khajiit with so cat-like traits that it was borderline ridicululous, but seeing as she was a paying customer he had no reason to refuse her order. That was of course until a Whiterun guard towered up behind the short Khajiit, grabbing her by the arm.

"And where did you get the gold you are paying with, cat?" grunted the guard.

"This... this is Rikki's gold", said the Khajiit. "Yes. Khajiit is paying with her own gold."

"Own gold?" shrugged the guard. "Khajiits don't own gold. They steal it. Now you will tell me where you stole that pouch, thief, and I might consider shortening your time in the dungeon to a year."