Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190207224937/@comment-25828117-20190208185051

His reasoning didn't appeat to have registered at all, one might assume the answer to his question to be a resounding 'no' then.

Instead she now slapped him on the arms and legs with a spoon, playing him like an instrument, one that made dull sounds wherever she struck.

"Masjir Ved'herc, Sah Mur'dasji!" She continued but eventually a voice from the camp called to her.

It seemed to shut her up right quick though she did not look happy. Or did she? It was hard to gauge these strange khajiits' emotions, or intentions. They certainly seemed to be harboring criminals, even if they were just petty ones.

"Sorry I am." A friendly voice said to Cade. Soon a khajiit with black and white stripes came into view. Like the other male specimens he wore a colorful neckerchief, a wastecoat, a sash around his belly, one just as colorful as the article around his neck and three-quarter pants that led to bare feline-hybrid feet.

"For rude greeting..." That accent was denser than most Khajiit.

"What is problem?"