Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-29559990-20150613023434

Kazrris leaned against the wooden siding of the pub, analyzing a scar that formed an x on the palm of his right hand. The cat had many scars across his body that told of battles he had won and battles he had almost lost. But the story of this scar remained a mystery. A mystery that he had longed to figure out.

His thoughts were interrupted by another Khajiit, this one named Ja'Keil, strutting out of an adjacent general goods store with a grin that ran from ear to ear. He continued down the steps and over to Kazrris.

"Normally, you only have such a grin if you've done something incredibly stupid." Kazrris noted. "What happened in there?"

"This one sold the items. That is all." Ja'Keil smiled.

"Mhm, right." Kazrris replied, knowing full well that Ja'Keil had done something to land them in hot water. "So, that old racist gave you no trouble at all?"

"Well, no." Ja'Keil admitted, taking up a spot next to Kaz. "He insulted this one's smell and also called this one a dirty street cat."

"Of course he did." Kazrris responded. "And, you got a good price for them?"

"Again, no." Ja'Keil said, still smiling. "This one only received a fourth of the price."

"Then what happened that's got you in such a good mood?"

Ja'keil held out his hand and displayed an expertly crafted ring made out of gold, with the centerpiece being a nearly flawless diamond. "I made up for it."

Kazrris took the ring out of his possession and gave it a closer examination. "You took this off the bastard's finger?" Kazrris questioned.

"No, his fingers had become to fat for it. This one took it from the pockets." Ja'Keil explained.

Kazrris chuckled and carefully gave it back to Ja'Keil. "Let's move before that old man grows a brain and realizes it's missing."

With that, the duo moved across the city, away from the store and it's owner.