Even if the various clues already listed had not been enough to give away Trond’s position to all and sundry, the yelp which escaped him when J'hasi spoke would have alerted anybody between Whiterun and Cyrodiil as to his whereabouts. When he had regained his countenance - what there was of it - he turned the full glare of his helmet on J'hasi. ‘How am I doing? How am /I/ doing? What do you think /you’re/ doing?’

The Khajiit grinned cheekily at Trond, his tail curling in amusement behind him, still trying to stifle giggles at the outburst he’d caused. He finally bit his lip with a grin, taking a breath to calm himself enough to respond.