#mojdul

The Redguard looked up from his tankard toward the unfamiliar voice, and despite the clear confusion in his eyes, he still offered the Khajiit a smile.

“Questions, huh?” Amon repeated, sitting back in his seat so he could better look up (very much up, by gods how tall was this Khajiit?) at the stranger. He motioned toward the chair across from himself, offering the Khajiit a seat should he wish to sit. 

Trond definitely wasn’t asleep at his post. Definitely not. He was merely resting his eyes -- and also his head, by letting it drop onto his chest, and his lungs, by breathing slowly and deeply in a way which might be mistaken for snoring by the foolish and unobservant. He jerked up and examined Moj’dul for a long time before he said,

@mojdul​

There is nothing wrong with the boy, but she longed for a conversation that did not come from a child with a never-ending supply of (pointless) questions.

R’khan pressed his hand over his heart and shook his head, grinning all the while.

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A new visitor to Riften? Or... maybe not. There are so many people in this city, always coming and going.

Tosti smiled and settled on his feet, looking rather relaxed about the situation -- although it was worth noting that he obeyed Moj’dul’s order.