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Rashka was tossed into a damp cell in the manor basement. It was reeking of urine and the occasional dead rat.

"Still smells better than an Argonian concubine", said Rashka and wrinkled his muzzle in disgust. "Fuck, nevermind. This one takes that back!"

"By the love of S'rendarr!" growled one of the Khajiit guards. "Shut the hell up, bastard!"

The burly Khajiit struck the iron bars of the cell, as a warning to Rashka. To keep him quiet.

"Watch your manners as you would your daughters, guard man!" growled Rashka threatingly. "Unless you would want a little expansion to your family?"

"Do not speak of this one's daughters, bastard!" the guard muttered before heading up the basement stairs.

Rashka shrugged and grinned triumphantly, knowing he had won the argument. Now there was only the matter of escaping from the cell before Xa'Donjari decided to kill him sooner.