#adventuringkhajiit1

Counting what little coin she had left in her pouch; the Khajiit let out a hefty sigh before taking a swig of her tankard and rubbing her lips with her sleeve. This would be one of her last commutes to Solitude unless she asked if there was any work she could do.

But the last time that happened...

The Khajiit grunted and swept her currency into the container, tying it to her dress before sulking; her chin rested on her hands as her elbows were firmly propped up on the table.

Her favourite pastime - whether indoors or outdoors - was to watch people who passed by. Most of the time it was men and women of considerable age who visited The Winking Skeever, so it was a shock to M'nari to see a furred companion, let alone a young cat.