The pair were desperate to sell some of their stock. They were going to kill the dragon at Lost Tongue Overlook, and the Khajiit insisted on selling their things because dragon bones were valuable and heavy.
Finally exhausted of options, the Dovahkiin gave her assent to visit the Kahjiit caravans. As they stood on the edge of a fire's light, the Dovahkiin stopped her Housecarl. Without any warning, the Khajiit gave the Nordic woman a big hug, rubbing her cheek all over Lydia's throat and shoulder. Lydia giggled at the ticklish feeling of the soft fur against her exposed neck. The Khajiit followed by rubbing her paws all over Lydia's sides and belly. Seemingly self-satisfied, the Khajiit sat down across from the now silent merchant traders, completely at ease.
"Evening, desert walkers and kinsmen," the Dovahkiin purred, "Perhaps this one might engage your services?"
"Come, sitcho, sitcho. Shya for krail. Do you wish to sell your No-Claw?" The male responded. Lydia had to think a minute before she understood they were talking about her.
"Smell my scent marker. That No-Claw is mine," the Khajiit's voice was dangerously sharp, "I have some shiny baubles that are far more interesting."
Lydia felt a tiny thrill at the fact that the Dovahkiin was not so willing to give her up.
This is short. Much shorter than normal. Perhaps because my muse was not happy with lack of reviews. You have RoxRox to thank because she reviewed. I don't own anything.
Sitcho, sitcho - sit, sit.
Shya for krail - coin for anything.