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I am so sorry guys but I have just been so freaking busy that writting this out has been the least of my problems so far but hey I give unto you a new chapter and hope you enjoy every moment of it.

If anyone can guess where Kiota's 'lessons' are from I will give a prize XD

Inorra opened her mouth to start and list all the things she was eager to see, but she stopped before she uttered a word and closed her mouth again, stroking her chin to think. She looked left and right, as if the streets had the answer but finally gave up and looked up at the much bigger Khajiit, after she remembered something. "Shouldnt you be in the shop by the way? M'rassi is planning to remove your ears." She told him, smiling awkwardly, remembering the first sentences the old female feline said when she entered the shop. She didnt want her guide to walk the streets losing his scalp.

Kiota laughed "the old cat can wait, after all she does not know when this one will be returning. Could be now, could be in a few hours...could be tommorow."Kiota said with a mischevious grin plastereud on his scarred face.

"Brave one." The feline snickered, closing her eyes, smiling broadly. "The way she said it she seemed very serious about it though. Do you want to risk it?" She wasnt sure about that Khajiit, but the way she said the words, it was like a real threat. She surely wouldnt play with her, but she guessed, that her guide, Kiota knew the old one better, and could make a difference between threat and joke.

He looked down at his new, small, companion "Yes this one is willing to risk it. Now little one what do you wish to explore first?"Kiota asked smiling.

"My name is Inorra." She said, smiling still, feeling a bit rude that she didnt say it sooner. She was always taught to introduce herself first to people, no matter who they are. That was the 'nord way'. Not that she liked it, but it sounded more polite. "And... I think I will leave the choice to you, Kiota." She said, now looking away from him, eyeing their surroundings with curious yellow eyes. She wasnt sure where to start. There were so many things she didnt know anything about, so much to learn... "Basically.. I dont know anything..." She admitted with slightly lowered ears.

He said the name to himself quietly before snapping out of his brief trance and looked down at her "Well Innora let us walk, from there Kiota shall explain to you the things that define a khajiit. They are more foolish concepts than they are rules but this one is sure you shall understand them eventully." he said grinning.

She giggled and shook her head, the rings on her ears rattled. "Not Innora. It's Inorra." Then she started following the other Khajiit, waiting eagerly for anything he wanted to talk about, to feed her hunger for knowledge about her kind and this city. "This one is going to listen to everything Kiota says." She said proudly, now trying to mimic the way others speak. Of course she knew if she had to talk without planning it ahead, she will still forget herself and talk like a nord. It will take time until she fully adapts to this.

Kiota chuckled "please forgive this one." he said as he scratched an itch behind his ear "Anywho we shall start the lessons. Vaba Do'Shurh'do,It Is Good To Be Brave. As Khajiit we are not ones to try and make enemys but because of the immposible odds against our enemys we make as many freinds as we possibly can."Kiota said as they walked down the streets of the city and then began to walk past the whispering fang temple.

Inorra didnt understand the foreign term he used, but decided not to interfere and let him explain what he wanted. Somehow, what he said was familiar. Her parents did use this tactic, even befriending and selling excessive amount of skooma to bandits, to make sure they wont be raided by them. "Ah, familiar. My parent were friends with many bandits in Skyrim. They never attacked us either." She said, halfway looking around the streets, while one ear was always perked in his direction. Once they passed the temple of the Whispering Fang, she peek inside, still seeing the students and monks practicing. Involuntarily, she stopped, staring and watching them longingly. The way they moved... the way they could use their body to fight... She sighed, suddenly feeling useless and tiny compared to everyone else. She must be the only Khajiit without any knowledge of fighting.

Kiota saw Inorra look longinly at the temple and smiled a bit before putting a paw on her shoulder "this one wishes to learn the way of whispering fang. Yes.?" Kiota asked "but even with the skills to defend yourself, it leads Kiota on to lesson number two "Vaba Maaszi Lhajiito,It Is Necessary To Run Away.

We are struggling against impossible odds, against the very Empire of Tamriel. Honor is madness. Yes, we loved the Renrijra Krin who died in brave battle against the forces of the Empire, but I guarantee you that each of those Ri'sallidad had an escape route he or she failed to use, and died saying, "Damn."

When the great Senche-Raht comes to the Saimisil Steppes, he will find himself unable to hunt, unable to sleep, as the tiny Alfiq leap onto his back, biting him, and running off before he has a chance to turn his great body to face them. Eventually, though he may stubbornly hope to catch the Alfiq, the Senche-Raht always leaves. They are our cousins, the Alfiq, and we have adopted their strategy against the great tiger of Leyawiin.

Do not ally yourself with the Renrij if you yearn to be part of a mighty army, marching resolutely forth, for whom retreat is anathema. We will laugh at your suicidal idiocy as we slip into the reeds of the river, and watch the inevitable slaughter.

She looked at him over her shoulder, and listened carefully to what he said. It did make sense. It's best to run away and try again, than charge in blindly and fight in vain to win. This thought was somehow natural to her, even when she was hunting. "Inorra hunted bears as well in Skyrim. While the nords were afraid of them because of their brute strength, I always attacked them from behind, or from a tree. Then run, they lose my trail, start heading back to their den, then I attack again." She said, trying to combine what he said to her own life so far. Now she saw that some things dont need to be taught, but they are in one's blood. She sighed and looked back at the practicing Khajiits with halfway dropped ears. "It would still be nice to know some good moves."

"That is good. Yes" Kiota said "do not worry though little one when this one deems the time is right Kiota shall teach you all you want to know about combat. Anyway let us continue with your lessons" he said

"Fusozay Var Var, Enjoy Life" Kiota then took Inorra and turned her so she was facing him, he then studied her fetures from head to toe as he then looked at her eyes "you are virgin. Yes?"Kiota asked.

At the question her ears dropped very suddenly, her eyes widened and blushed furiously. She was speechless for a few seconds, just staring at the bigger Khajiit, blinking her yellow eyes. Does her kind behave so... boldly? Just go and ask such an... intimate question without a warning? "Why the question?" She asked, raising an ear, unsure if she should even answer it.

Kiota anwsered

"We Renrijra Krin live and fight together, and know that Leyawiin and the Empire will not give way very soon, likely not in our lifetimes. In the time we have, we do not want our closest comrades to be dour, dull, colorless, sober, and virginal. If we did, we would have joined the Emperor's Blades.

Do not begrudge us our lewd jokes, our bawdy, drunken nights, our moonsugar. They are the pleasures that Leyawiin denies us, and so we take our good humor very seriously." Kiota said chuckling slightly at the Inorras reaction.

"Do not laugh." She demanded, showing her slightly smaller white fangs, annoyed by the fact that her guide is taking his enjoyment out of her misery. "I wont get myself get carried away here so easily. I guess this is the only rule I will be careful with." Inorra informed him, and raised her snout higher, showing him her determination. She didnt like this one rule... She still felt too young for getting drunk, be around males who wanted only one thing, and whatever followed it. She didnt want to depend on her luck there, who she will be put together with.

"Yes yes of course, forgive Kiota. Let us continue with the lesson shall we"Kiota said as he began walking "Fusozay Var Dar,Kill Without Qualm.

Life is short. Very short, as many have learned when they have crossed the Renrijra Krin.

We fight dirty. If an enemy is facing us, we might consider our options, and even slip away if his sword looks too big. If his back is to us, however, I personally favor knocking him down, and then jumping on his neck where the bones snap with a gratifying crunch. Of course, it is up to you and your personal style."Kiota said as he reached to his belt and got a small bag of moon sugar and began eating it.

She silently accepted his apology and was grateful he didnt press the matter further. Otherwise he would have a very sharp Khajiit claw in his face. She might be young and not as strong but her speed and unpredictability was surely unmatched. At the next lesson, the feline tilted her head. So her kind liked to strike not as fair as the nords? Wasnt it the same in a way how she attacked the bears? It wasnt quite fair, and of course she never told her parents, or she would have received quite the punishment. She always lied that she had bear traps placed out. Idiots... She didnt even have enough gold for traps... When he told her his preference, she raised an eyebrow. He did look big and strong enough to snap anyone's neck easily like a twig, but hiding? At this size? Nah... She looked at the 'drug' in his hands and sniffed the air just a bit. The aroma reached her senses and instinctively craved it, but held herself back, looking away, trying very hard to resist. She didnt want to be drugged on her first day here... So, she waited patiently for any more lesson to come.. or for him to start babbling nonsense because of moon sugar.

Kiota continued to eat the sugar feeling more relaxed as continued on "Ahzirr Durrarriss,We Give Freely To The People.

Let us not forget our purpose. We are fighting for our families, the Khajiiti driven from the rich, fertile shores of Lake Makapi and the River Malapi, where they and their ancestors lived since time immemorial. It is our battle, but their tragedy. We must show them, lest they are swayed by other rhetoric, that we are fighting for them.

The Mane, The Emperor, and The Count can give speeches, pass laws, and, living life in the open, explain their positions and philosophies to their people to stave off the inevitable revolution. Extralegal entities, such as the Renrijra Krin, must make our actions count for our words. This means more than fighting the good fight, and having a laugh at our befuddled adversaries. It means engaging and seducing the people. Ours is not a military war, it is a political war. If the people rise up against our oppressors, they will retreat, and we will win.

Give to these people, whenever possible, gold, moonsugar, and our strong arms, and though they hide, their hearts will be with us.

To the young Khajiit, this lesson sounded more like... bribing people to join them. At the nords, such thing is frowned upon, but then again.. her family had been bribing bandits with skooma to not attack them and spend their money at them. Seems like her parents didnt fully revert from the old Khajiit ways after all. She arched an eyebrow at the mention of a 'political' war... She was very familiar with that. The recent war with the Imperials and Stormcloaks is a pretty example for that. It was military, yet at the most largest part it could be said to be political, trying to get people to join on either side, promising wealth and success... "This one understands." She tried, still sounding unsure with this way of speech.

Hmmm, your getting there with your manner of speech but it still needs work and now Kiota gives to you his final lesson "Ahzirr Traajijazeri,We Justly Take By Force.

Let us not forget our purpose. We are thieves and thugs, smugglers and saboteurs. If we cannot take a farm, we burn it to the ground. If the Imperials garrisoned in a glorious ancient stronghold, beloved by our ancestors, will not yield, we tear the structure apart. If the only way to rescue the land from the Leyawiin misappropriation is to make it uninhabitable by all, so be it.

We want our life and our home back as it was twenty years ago, but if that is not realistic, then we will accept a different simple, pragmatic goal. Revenge. With a smile."Kiota said as he finished his lessons and closed his bag of sugar and put it back on his belt. "Do those lessons help you get a better understanding of our kind Inorra?"Kiota said his pupils were wide and he was shaking ever so slightly as he had a not so comforting smile on his face.

At the amount of moon sugar he gulped down and at his slightly different looks, the young Khajiit arched an eyebrow and looked at Kiota a bit strange, but answered none the less. "Of course, thank you, Kiota. I am sure I will have to learn more than that to make a living and blend in... But I wont give up." She beamed, and smiled up at him, with her ears perked. "I never thought how different yet similar I have lived my life in Skyrim. Seems like most of these lessons are written in one's blood as well."

"Yes, Khajiit intstincts are with us when we are birthed and strengthened through our mothers milk. Come Kiota is famished and would like to get something to eat."Kiota said as he began walking to the market. He didn't realise it but it began to progressivly get darker as the light of the sun dimminished and was being replaced by the glow from Tamriel's twin moons. All he could really think about was getting a bite to eat and at the moment, nothing else concerned him more.

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter and sorry about the slow update, I will try and update quicker than what I have been doing.

Peace out