Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-7262318-20170119203012/@comment-5583506-20170122013248

"Well, better that they stare at something that is visible, no? Khajiit feels exposed."

An Imperial guard approached Najiima, letting the Khajiit give out a startled whine. She had no intention of going back to jail.

"That's a pretty funny outfit you are wearing, Khajiit", he said, making remarks on her maritime style of clothing. "Didn't realise that the open sea was so close."

"Uhm... This one has... a ship... anchored at the Waterfront."

"Oh, really?" the guard asked suspiciously, not liking the appearence of this Khajiit at all. "What's the name of it?"

Najiima grinded her teeth. She hadn't thought of that. That they could easily check whether or not her story held up by looking for ship names registered at port. She couldn't mention her real ship's name for two reasons. The first being that she didn't currently know where her crew had anchored it ever since being captured.

Morons might be vacationing on Summerset by now for all Khajiit knows...

The second of course being that the Crimson Lynx was registered as a pirate frigate and a smuggling ship by various ports. Chances were that they kept the same records in several other cities across Tamriel. She then remembered an old ship that had been anchored at the Waterfront for as long as people cared to remember. Chances were however that it wasn't present there now...

"The... Marie Elena", she said with a vague stutter, laying her hand steadily on the handle of one of her scimitar's behind her back.

The guard lowered one of his eyebrows in suspicion and then turned around with a grunt. As the guard trotted away, Najiima let out a sigh and felt her grasp around her scimitar loosen.

"You didn't see nothing", she told Gwyneth as she finally led her inside the clothing store.