J'zargo knew the eyes of the Inquisition was boring into him as practiced his spells in the Hall of the Elements, back to the Eye of Magnus. They weren't watching his magic...they were watching him. Aside from Dorian, Sera, the Inquisitor, and Cassandra, none of them had ever seen a khajiit before. They had heard of them recently...but seeing was another thing altogether. All watched him with fascination, particularly Solas, who had been informed that khajiit could see all the colors and splendors of the Crossroads.

Tanya came down from the Arcanaeum to find the group watching, though some pretended to be interested in the Eye of Magnus to avoid acting like they were staring. The Dragonborn, however, was completely unamused, and stomped up to the group. "What are you doing?" she hissed to them, causing eyes to turn to her. "Staring is rude! Leave J'zargo alone."

J'zargo finally sighed and turned to the group, smiling cockily. "Tanya, don't worry so much," he reassured, "J'zargo is aware that they have never seen khajiit before. At least their first one met is the finest mage in Winterhold." He approached, grinning at Tanya's withering glance at the statement. "What a strange world Thedas must be, for there to be no khajiit. Perhaps mysteries lie within that can make J'zargo a better mage."

"Why do you always talk in the third person?" Sera blurted. Before anyone could scold her, J'zargo shrugged.

"Most khajiit do. Why always speak in the first person?" He looked towards Solas. "J'zargo is keenly aware of the fact you were staring most of all. Speak while the sands are warm, if you have questions."

Solas cleared his throat. "I beg your pardon for staring. I'm just fascinated by the khajiit. I never would have imagined they existed."

"Well," J'zargo replied, eying Bull, "J'zargo would have never guessed qunari exist. Khajiit has only seen what this one's true form is when the amulet was off in the Crossroads before coming here."

"Fair point." Bull grunted. "I guess both places have races that seem odd to the opposite side."

Solas sighed and continued. "I meant to ask...why is it you can see everything in the Crossroads so clearly, like the elves?"

J'zargo shrugged. "Khajiit is not an elf, but Brelyna suggested that according to khajiiti lore, the khajiit were once wood elves before we were turned into khajiit by Azurah. Khajiit are different from elves and humans, but the tale may have some truth if J'zargo can see what the elves can see."

The elf mage's eyes widened. "You were...you were once elves? And Azura did this to you? Why?"

"That is a long tale of the main religion in Elsweyr, and khajiit is not going to explain it all now. If you wish to know, ask Urag gro-Shub for a book. J'zargo is most busy with his practice. Speaking of practice, Tanya," he said, turning his gaze to the Dragonborn, "it's time for our weekly sparring session."

"I know, that's why I'm here. Brace yourself," she warned, "I've been practicing my destruction spells."

"As have J'zargo," he replied with a cocky grin, "Tanya is the only one who can keep up with khajiit!"

The two walked away from the others to a safe distance and began to magic practice of dueling. Sera snorted. "Khajiit are weird."

Solas frowned. "Why in the world would Azura do this to some of the bosmer? I must ask the librarian for anything he has on khajiit. I must learn more."

"I think I'll do the same," Vivienne agreed, "I'd love to know how they govern themselves in...I believe it was Elsweyr."

The Inquisitor sighed and waved them along, looking embarrassed. "One khajiit can't provide an entire race's perspective. I pray we didn't make him feel awkward. Now then, let's be off to the library. The Archmage and I had a word, and he's given us dispensation." They started their way out of the room, with a backwards glance or two given to the Eye of Magnus and the sparing mages, who chatted and laughed while their magic clashed. They were almost to the library when the massive door to the outside of the college opened, letting in the cold. Mercifully, it closed quickly, and the entrant was seen.

A pale green argonian in brown Thieves' Guild armor was strolling in casually, a staff on her back. She turned her gaze to the shocked group, who had never seen an argonian in their lives. "Hey," she started, "you wouldn't happen to know if Miss Goody Strong-Steel is around? I snagged that thing she wanted me to deliver. I need to get paid for this stupid thing." She would have raised an eyebrow if she had one at their shocked silence and stares. "The fuck are you looking at me like that for?" she demanded. "It's like you haven't seen an argonian before."

Tanya appeared back in the doorway. "I'll be taking that, Miirasha." she said as the argonian passed her the staff; Tanya inspected it and nodded. "This is the Staff of Tandil, alright." She handed her a heavy bag of coins that jingled. "Here's a bonus for getting it done so fast. Arniel Gane will be pleased to see it."

The Inquisitor cleared her throat, blushing at herself for her manners. "I, er, we beg your pardon for staring, Miss...Miirasha?"

Tanya sheepishly smiled at the look Miirasha gave her, turning to her for an explanation. "They actually really have never seen an argonian in their lives. They're not from around here, so please excuse their manners."

Miirasha scoffed. "What? Did they grow up in a cave or something? Secluded part of Skyrim?" The argonian looked back at the strange group before raising her hands in the air. "You know what? I'm not dealing with it. I have places to be and people to see." With that, she left the way she came.

Miirasha is AquaticSmore's Dragonborn, and her lines were written by her.