Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190209000431

Mizibir sat with the others that had collected their second portion. Slurping from his food from the bowl, with one arm tucked around the satchel. It seemed these young Zah-ma seemed to hold on to what they took fairly relentlessly. No doubt a result of growing up expecting to become a kleptomaniac, an urge many Khajiit shared but usually tried to surpress. Not these khajiit though. They were free spirits.

Mizibir was a small orange coated furball with big green eyes. He wore a vest that seemed too small on the bottom, reaching only his midriff, a bright green neckerchief and three quarter pants, but no sash yet. Only the adults seemed to wear those.