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The people of the Zah-ma had already seemingly lost interest in the big knight. The sun was setting and they were getting ready for dinner.

A big pot filled with a spicy stew boiling inside stood over a fire. The aromas were unlike anything Cade had ever smelled. And that was not the only significant odor. A sort of incense permeated most of the tents that had been set up. It was incredibly sweet, and if he stood in it for long enough it made him feel happy.

He could hear that baby from earlier mewling from somewhere in one of the wagons.

The vardo that the little rascal with his rucksack had ran off to stood to his right. Little lamps had been placed everywhere as alternative sources for heat and light.

"Mah'zush?" One of the khajiit asked him with a friendly smile, extending a hand to Cade.