Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150127053557/@comment-5583506-20150128024452

If there was something a Khajiit had to put up with in Skyrim it was the stares. The stares of the sturdy Nords could be a foreigner's worst nightmare, especially after a Stormcloak victory. Paranoia was quite common these days, but could she blame them? She herself hadn't really been a fan of the Imperial regime, but then again she hadn't really cared.

"You mind your own business while you are here, Khajiit. Understand?" said one of the city guards by the Whiterun gates.

It was more of a threat than an actual advice, but she simply nodded and darted down the city streets. She spent an hour or so by the town well, examining the outlines of Jorrvaskr from afar. The mead hall was indeed quite impressive, but nevertheless it was just another target. It wasn't the building she found intimidating, it was the fact that it was full of Companions, brutal warriors all eager to chop both her and her well-combed tail to pieces with axes and swords.

She shuddered at the thought. "Rikki aint stupid", she said to herself. "Rikki will break in by nightfall and claim the necklace from Aela."

And then she waited...