Far From Warmer Sands [LazyKitsune]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Bakhum offers you a small, subtle smile as you fawn over him. If being unable to rid himself of such pent up seed did not help better his day, than surely your sweet words and luscious body would do so. He gives you all the time needed to clean, enjoying the sight of your bountiful chest all the while until it's tucked back into your dress. Your nuzzling is met with sweet affection; he runs his fingers along the small of your back, letting you feel the safety of his embrace as he holds you briefly in his thick arm, his hand resting confidently on your soft rear.

"Always," He purrs, low and sonorous, high praise from a man of such few words, and as genuine as any words you have ever heard. When you decouple from him at long last, he nods.

"This one will be ready. Always ready."

Packing up isn't too hard of a thing, thankfully. The relative youth of your caravan is both a blessing and a curse; you do not half the wealth of an established trader like Yahzin, so your tents are small, the great, thick carpets you had become accustomed to instead replaced by simple rugs, and your belongings sparse. It is not ostentatious, but that means it is quick to pack away and be made ready. By the time you've gotten your things packed into your rucksack and begun the process of breaking down your humble tent, the others have followed suite. Kharjan is as casual as ever, giving you the occasional jape over small talk as he rolls up his sleeping mat. Ranabi is, for once, rather silent. Every time you look her way, she avoids making eye contact with you, and you can only imagine it's because of the rather... verbose nature of your morning's activity. Perhaps she is embarrassed for having heard, though such a fine thing was difficult to feel shame over.

Bakhum spends the waning moments of breaking down camp hefting the heaviest of your goods into the back of the mule drawn cart you had procured. Everything shapes up nicely, and although the counting of seconds was something more Ranabi's speed than your own, you're almost positive you had made good on your word to be ready within the hour.

"On to warmer sands, hm?" Kharjan asks, although you're sure there were none to be found in such a strange, cold place, "Kharjan looks forward to seeing what these Nords have done in the years since his absence. Perhaps they have only burned down most things, not all."

[Lazy Kitsune]

This one is concerned by Ranabi's distance. She had always been the more nervous of the group. Perhaps she was not as accustomed to more sexual voracious men as Kharaya is. This one thinks maybe it would be wise to try and keep noise to a minimum while Ranabi is nearby if there is some shame in her mind about such things. Kharaya does not wish to embarrass Ranabi or make things awkward. She seems like she would make a good friend. Perhaps it will pass once she is more used to travelling with the caravan. Kharaya does not regret the way she spent her time, though she would try to be more sensitive to the comfort of her companions in the future.

Kharjan showed no such shame, though Kharaya did not expect him to. The wise khajiit was well aware what he was allowing to happen when he distracted Ranabi. It made sense that he took the situation well into stride. With the cart packed up it was time to depart on the road towards Whiterun.

"Is everyone ready?" Kharaya asks as she gathers the group towards the cart. "It is time to depart. Khajiit's wares wont sell themselves."

She turns to Kharjan and nods. "Tell Kharaya of Whiterun. What are the Nords there like? What should this one expect when she arrives?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It is a simple enough to set the party into motion. Ranabi settles herself into the driver's seat of the cart, and pulls the reins until the mule is bid to move. As the cart begins to roll, the others go into action. Bakhum heads a few meters to the front, so as to survey the surroundings in advance, and Kharjan takes a leisurely pace beside you, content to pass the time with conversation in lieu of vigilance.

"The Nords of Whiterun? They are better than most. More... cosmopolitan, yes? Not so much as to let Khajiit inside their walls with ease, but they are not so full of scorn. Willing to bargain with Khajiit," He explains in his usual chatty way, "Kharjan did much business there in his youth; Whiterun is in the middle of these lands, yes? So it makes a good place to restock inventory. Goods from all over come to Whiterun. It is also the home of mighty Nord warriors: Ysgramor and his Five-Hundred Companions! Although, when Kharjan visit, Ysgramor he did not see. Perhaps he is shy."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"If he is always around these Five-Hundred Companions, he should be hard to miss. Kharaya could not imagine being surrounded by so many. It would be especially crowded, no? Nords are strange people, it would seem." There was much road for this one to travel, but the journey was made less daunting by the prospect of good conversation to be had along the way. This one was also interested in anything she could learn from Kharjan's words as they spoke. He had been at this for long enough to retire. There was immeasurable wisdom their for this one to learn from if she wishes to succeed at the task set to her by Yahzin.

"What of this festival? Kharaya knows little of other customs, especially of the Nords, so distant from Elsweyr in this frozen north. Is it anything special? This one would prefer not to come off as insulting or ignorant if it can be avoided. Kharaya learned much from watching Yahzin, but she would still appreciate any advice on dealing with Nords in general. Although you say Whiterun is cosmopolitan, yes? What other races are likely to be there? Ah... apologies, Kharaya is asking too many questions at once."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Do not be so sorry. To ask questions, this is natural. Kharjan can answer all day; he likes the sound of his own voice," The elder merchant answers with a wide grin, "He is not so familiar with the finer points of these festivals. They are all a bit the same. The Nords meet in their halls, to drink and eat and make merry. Sometimes they come to blows, sometimes they honor their gods, but always they are wanting for mead and finery. Celebration is known to open purses across Tamriel, the Nords are no different."

"Kyne... It's the Week of Kyne," Ranabi interjects briefly, still a little shy, "It's what they call Kynareth, up here. They call her the Mother of Men, so there's a lot of... fertility talk."

If it were possible, Kharjan's near permanent grin might have grown wider, given the circumstances of the morning, but he hides his amusement well enough, for Ranabi's sake if nothing else.

"Kharjan has never known feasting and drinking to be poor for fertility. Our wine will find a fast buyer, he is sure," He assures her, before continuing on, "As for the people? Many Nords, and some Imperials, maybe Redguard, if one goes looking. There are not so many Mer in Skyrim. They have bad blood with the Nords. Khajiit are not so popular either; they think us thieves and schemers."

[Lazy Kitsune]

This one's ears perk up at the sound of Ranabi's voice and she turns to look towards her previously quiet companion as she speaks. She still seemed quite self-conscious since heading out, though it was good to her from her. Ranabi's words were not only useful, but Kharaya hoped to encourage more conversation with her as they travelled to help build trust among the group. Kharaya shifts her pace to keep alongside with the cart, looking up to Ranabi as she keeps the mule moving forward. "Ranabi has visited Whiterun not too long ago, yes? Perhaps made any friends Khajiit could make contact with? Kharaya would love to hear anything you have to say about your visit." These words were true, but Kharaya also wished to encourage any conversation she could with Ranabi. She did not want her to think it was to awkward to speak, simply because she may have overheard some of the noise Kharaya and Bakhum's coupling had made.

"Kharaya is aware of how the Khajiit are perceived by the Nords in that regard. It is something even Yahzin had to contend with. Khajiit shall have to be on their best behaviour when we arrive. No reason to give the locals more reason to distrust us. If anyone can think of ways we can help ease their distrust, these thoughts would be greatly appreciated."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"I wouldn't call them friends, but... I've done business with a few members from the Battle-Born. They're one of the bigger families in Whiterun. Their patriarch has bought wine for his cellars and silk for his daughters from me before, and his son has always treated me kindly during our dealings." Rananbi explains, comfortable enough to share her experiences. If nothing else, her prior connections with a clan of Nords would ensure a few buyers would like to peruse your wares, even if the city on the whole did not trust your kind.

"How to win a Nord? Well, it is as Kharjan has said. They try to play the stoic, yes, and they are a suspicious people, but only until the mead and song has made them forget their woes and remember the good things. Kharjan has known Nords who looked down their noses at him to clasp his shoulder and claim him blood-brother when their cheeks are red like wine," He tells you, although his eyes dart towards Ranabi before he leans a little closer and mutters the rest, "Kharjan has also never known a Nord to pass up the chance to share the long, cold nights with another. Even the proudest shield-maidens wish for warm sheets, and few are warmer to lay with than Khajiit. Even if they do not admit to such when the morning comes next."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"If they like strong drink as much as you say, then they should take to our goods well, yes? Kharaya will try to lean into that." This one nods at Kharjan's words, but pauses as he leans in close to disclose the rest of his advice in a more private manner. "This one is not here to ply her old trade." Kharaya murmurs back. "Besides, it would be bad for business to be away from the front of the tent for so long. ...Mmph... Although, does Kharjan suggest Kharaya loosen the threads atop her dress to open its neckline somewhat. If Nord's have such appetites it may help hold their attention. Perhaps a new outfit should be considered. Would Kharjan be interested in taking to the task of selecting one once we arrive? This one does not wish to burden you with more work, but if the wise khajiit's expertise can be put to good use at making a better first impression, then it would be most helpful to Kharaya."

With their quiet aside over, Kharaya turns her attention back to Ranabi. "Would Ranabi be able to introduce Kharaya to the Battle-Born? These Nords could make a useful contact for trade. Perhaps they know other Nord families that would be open to dealing with Khajiit. Kharaya is aware access to cities can be difficult for Khajiit caravans. Though we may have to sell our wares outside their walls, this one would enjoy an excuse to enter the city and see the sights for herself. It would also offer a chance for Kharaya and Ranabi to talk and explore the city together."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Kharjan laughs softly.

"Kharaya is not needing to sell herself now. She is trader now. But if one is to trade, one must build their connections, and know their clients. To share a bed with a Nord, this is a fast way to get to knowing them. But not the only way. Kharjan merely makes suggestions," He explains in turn, "He is thinking it would be good to show some fur regardless. Kharaya is a beautiful young woman, no? Few Men or Mer can resist such sights, and those with coin to spare are more like to part with it if it means getting into the good graces of a fine looking thing."

Ranabi perks up when you turn back to her, perhaps a little suspicious as to the nature of your whispers, but none the less willing to talk. "I could try. It has been a while since I've been to the city, but I'm sure there will be a few familiar faces to greet us. I'll see about getting us through the gates. Surely, with the festival coming, the guards will be more amenable to foreigners."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Kharaya is pleased to hear that. This one trusts in Ranabi's ability to get us inside. It would be delightful to see the festival with her own eyes. Perhaps Kharaya will bring back souvenirs for the others if they do not get a chance to see inside the city walls. Simple baubles to remember the visit. This one would like to keep tokens to remember her first time as a proper trader. It would be nice to have items to show off when telling whatever tales she will have to share later. This one has heard many tales told by others over the years. It is... an indescribable excitement to be in the process of making tales of her own at long last."

Kharaya looks to the sky with a smile on her face as she walks. It had been dawning on her in small pieces over recent days, and each time it did she felt her excitement swell more so than she had thought possible. A long lived dream that always seemed to distant to be possible, and she was walking the very road on which it would occur. And with luck it would be the first adventure of many. No, not luck. With action. Kharaya's action, and the actions of Kharaya's companions. Together they shall make this a reality. Kharjan's wisdom, Ranabi's attention to detail and affinity for the races of men, and of course Bakhum's vigilance and... comforting presence.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Kharjan has many cities in his time on the road. Should they wish to see the sights within, he will allow the youngsters their time of merrymaking and watch over the tents in their absence," The wizened trader remarks in regards to your desires, giving you hope that you might be allowed to indulge in the local customs without feeling too much guilt for leaving the caravan for a time. Though he is quite a ways ahead of you, Bakhum rumbles loudly enough to be heard, indicating that he too is in support of your ideas, if that was even in question to begin with. All the remains is Rananbi who, to her credit also seems to nod along.

"Mementos are nice. I still wear the first septim I ever made around my neck. An old associate of mine told me it was good luck," She says, although sulks as she carries on, "Of course, it didn't stop me from getting robbed, but at least they left me with the coin."

The day carries on with little fanfare. It could even be described as uninteresting, if not for the fact it was all so new to you. You had camped on a relatively flat stretch of land near a thick forest, just after crossing the border into Skyrim. The main road snaked back and forth across the hills and woodlands, the sounds of strange birds and glimpses of stags and other, smaller creatures keeping your company throughout the trek. Bakhum stays alert throughout the journey, understandably on edge due to the prevalence of cover for any would-be attackers. Eventually, though, the treeline flanking the roads begins to thin. The hills begin to flatten, and you can see ahead of you vast fields planted thick with golden grain and verdant leafage. Farmland stretches for miles in either direction, and it is only a little after mid-day that the first inklings of a city begin to come into site far ahead. Whiterun's walls are tall and proud, but even beyond them you can see further into the city, which seems built atop a rolling hill not unlike those that surround its countryside.

"There it is," Ranabi remarks, "The first step of our journey. Good to see it's still standing. Did you want to talk to the guards yourself, or do you want me to try and grease things over? They'll probably want to look through our stock before letting us set up near the gate."

[Lazy Kitsune]

While Kharaya had seen sights similar to these when travelling with Yahzin, and they were wonderous to see then, but even more wonderous now that they were walking in a path that was following the specifics of this ones direction. This one would have felt such the fool to consider herself in the eyes of her travelling companions, if she were not too immersed in the wonder of exploration as they travelled. She spun in circles as they walked, nearly tripping over herself on multiple occasions as her eyes followed the movement of every passing animal, big and small. Even the birds in the sky and the fish in the rivers drew upon Kharaya's love for the new and wonderful. All the while she would steal away the occasional wistful glance towards Bakhum, ever grateful that he was here so she could have the luxury of indulging in her whimsy.

During their brief camp, she would go to him and sit beside him as the group took meal. Though what she offered was not as deeply involved as the last time, this one still offered him comfort and company before it was time to continue along the road to Whiterun.

To see the city itself in view at long last before her was an astonishing sight to this one, and she had to hold back the urge to run forth ahead of the group in a sprint to the city's gates. "It seems so strange." Kharaya says, mouth agape and eyes wide. "They seem more exposed to the elements then I would expect, given how cold these lands are. And yet they farm here, even."

This one turns to Kharjan and nods frantically. "Yes, this one would very much like to be the first to speak to the Nords. It is Kharaya's place, after all. Her role in the group. This one should get used to it." This one turns to continue walking but pauses and turns back to face Kharjan, leaning close to be sure that only he could see her front for now. "Oh, now is probably a good time for this one to..." she whispers as she fiddles with her dress, loosening the top to open up her neckline. "Like this? Let Kharaya know how much she should be showing. This one wants her first impression to be good."

With that sorted, she turns back to the rest of the group. "Is there anything in our stock of concern? This one knows the Nords have an unusual view of Moon Sugar and do not take kindly to it in their lands. Kharaya does not believe we have any to sell, but if anyone has a personal stock it would be best to conceal it."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"It is somewhat strange. Many Nord cities are built into nature, yes? Into mountains and such. But Whiterun is not so remote. This makes it good for trade, but less so for war. It is good they have such high walls then, no?" Kharjan's wisdom is ever welcome, as is his assistance in the matters of your impression. When you offer him an eyeful of your cleavage, he inspects it carefully, perhaps for his own benefit as much as yours, reaching up to tug it down just a bit lower. He also grips the hem for a few moments, jiggling your bust up and down a few times before tightening the last lace just a tad. This settles your breasts and forces them just a little closer together, deepening the valley between.

"No guard could resist such a sight," He says with confidence as you address the others, all of whom indicate they have brought no contraband. With all that settled, the caravan sets off once more, with Bakhum's long strides lessening such that you can eclipse him at the head of the caravan, giving you the approach as your group makes their way down the winding road and further on to Whiterun proper.

The road leads right up to the gates, which stand heavy and imposing among the high walls. You catch sight of a few sentries atop watchtowers dotting the fortifications, who had undoubtedly seen you coming long before you saw them. Not that it much mattered, given their laissez-faire stances. Whiterun probably saw a lot of commerce, after all.

Outside the gate, two guards are posted. They are rather tall; not enough to threaten the taller furstock like Pahmer or Pahmer-raht, but certainly bigger than the average Cathay. Each wears a suit of leather and mail, with yellow surcoats that wrap around their chests and waist. Though they each have accompanying helmets, only one of them bothers to have it on, the second keeping it tucked up under his arm, revealing his short cropped beard and reddish hair, left wild down his neck. He beckons you as you approach.

"Aye, you there, cat," He begins, "Come to peddle your sugar ahead of the holiday? We've had just about enough of that sort around here."

It's a more hostile greeting than you were familiar with, but it is a greeting you alone were faced to meet. Kharjan stands back, his posture easy but his eyes alert, as if observing you closely. Bakhum too remains silent, his hand resting comfortably on the pommel of his sword, looming heavy despite his relative distance. Ranabi, for her part, also remains silent, although she's obviously uncomfortable. It would be up to you to see things smoothed over.

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Thankyou Kharjan." Kharaya offers, pleased with his diligent assistance. Despite her past trade, she was oblivious to any other motivation the wise Khajiit could have for such a close examination of her cleavage during his assistance, perhaps because her mind was so narrowly focused on the task at hand. As she approaches the gates ahead, she feels that excitement that had swelled inside her turn into bubbling nerves. It did not ebb her eagerness to take the lead, but she could feel some of the furs along her spine stand on edge. The blunt greeting given by the Nords does not help this ones composure, but she has dealt with ruder greetings before. She has seen rude greetings given to Yahzin and how he took them in stride. But before even then, she has faced a great deal of rudeness in her life before Yahzin.

"No Sugar, Nord friend." Kharaya begins her reply, stepping forward to let herself stand out as the leader of the group and draw the attention of both men towards her. "Khajiit bring goods for trade. Wines and spices in particular. There is a festival beginning here soon, yes? Perhaps there are those interested in trading for the coming celebrations. Please, take a look. Kharaya offers for you to examine her goods if you feel it is needed. Khajiit have nothing to hide."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

There is a sneer on the Nord's face as he approaches, though as he gets closer and sizes you up, it softens slightly. Whether it was meeting his hostility with amicability and submission, or simply how you made yourself a pleasant sight for the eyes did not matter much. What did matter was that he didn't seem so like to shoo you away without cause.

"Wine and spice? Likely enough story. Never much lined wine myself. Too sour," He mutters, as if his mind is on more than just your goods. No doubt because it certainly is; he doesn't make much attempt at hiding the fact that his eyes have fallen to your neckline, his height giving him a good view of your cleavage, as emphasized as it is, "Might be I'm in the market for some other goods, though."

He gestures to his companion, who unlike his lecherous friend, hadn't taken his eyes off the hulking form of your bodyguard since you had arrived.

"Sterik, go through their cart. I'll check to see whether they've got any under their clothes. We find no sugar on you, we'll let you set up outside the walls. Sound fair to you, cat?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Perhaps the Nord has a taste for the sweeter things, then, yes? Khajiit are very much the same." Kharaya says, sensing some difficulty with this one in particular, but also that an opening had been made to bypass it. "Khajiit have sweeter things too that you may be interested in. Just this morning this one enjoyed sweet delights like your Nord foods. We have ingredients for such meals for those with the coin and the interest."

Ever predisposed to be trusting and assume the one she speaks to knows more than her, Kharaya sees not the double-entendre in the Nord's words, nor any risk to his insistences of searching them beyond an inconvenience that was worth the price of being able to sell their goods here.

"This one is glad to see the Nords of Whiterun are a reasonable people. You may search as you need to, Khajiit have nothing to hide."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

With your consent given, the other guard heads off to the cart, with Ranabi hopping down to help him in his search for contraband. The difficult one with the red hair wastes little enough time getting hands on with you. While he attempts, at least initially, to put on the illusion of professionalism, he is quick to reveal his intentions; his hands spend a little too long running along your thighs, cupping along your plump bottom, and of course, tracing along the outline of your heavy bust. He even goes as far as to give one of them a good, hard squeeze, clearly pleased by what he feels.

"Maybe there's some honesty to you yet, cat. Not bad at all," He says with a grin, "Might be that I give you a more thorough search later though. Can't be too careful these days."

Of course, given the pretext that led to him running his hands all about your body, he has to follow through with the others. He isn't nearly as thorough with Kharjan, who makes japes about his shyness in touching men, to the Nord's chagrin. Ranabi is not given the same mercy, and although she is nowhere quite so bountifully blessed as you, she is much less used to such treatment, and audibly gasps when the man runs his hand up under her dress and beneath her thighs. By the time he reaches Bakhum, he barely gives the Pahmer-raht more than a few passing pats, if only because of the silent menace that had been emanating from his direction, his displeasure made known by his eyes if not by his words.

"Seems you lot are clean," The bearded Nord declares when his companion dismounts the wagon and they exchange words, "You can set up your tents right passed that watchtower. Just mind the gate, and no heckling travelers, or we'll force you off ourselves."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Perhaps foolishly trusting, Kharaya goes so far as to help lift her dress as the Nord carries out his search, forgetting how her morning's activities with Bakhum had left her wet enough to drench her underclothes through. Though they have travelled a fair bit since then, they would still cling stickily to her form and be easier to see through than one would expect. A sharp gasp escapes this one's muzzle once the Nord's search proves to be more thorough than anticipated. Kharaya had the sometimes fortune, sometimes misfortune, of breasts as sensitive as they were plentiful. So when the Nord proved to be so bold as to grope one of her significant offerings, she felt herself wincing and struggling to hold back a purring yelp. She stepped back from the Nord after his 'search' was concluded, feeling more tense rather than less and casting a worried gaze off in Ranabi's direction.

Sure enough, the Nord offers her the same indignation, though it is almost made worth it to see Bakhum's glare once his turn was up reduce the Nord to a more reserved and cowardly man. With the search over, Kharaya moves to rejoin her group properly. "This one is pleased we were able to come to an arrangement. May your roads lead to warm sands."

She turns her back to the guards and travels with her companions to set up where indicated to. As they begin unloading the cart, this one approached Ranabi to check on how she is doing. "Kharaya apologises for how that went. She did not expect the Nords to be quite so... intrusive during their search. If Ranabi wishes, Kharaya will handle that differently next time."

It wasn't just Ranabi she wanted to hear from, though Kharaya did consider reassuring her the highest priority at the moment. Kharaya also turns to Kharjan for an appraisal. "Tell Kharaya, how did this one do with dealing with the Nords?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"It's... I'm fine. This is just how they can be, sometimes," Ranabi answers, the nerves she had come to display obvious in her voice, "I'll be fine. The important thing is that they'll let us set up, and we can get right to business. The farmhands will be coming in soon, so maybe we'll get to part with some trinkets before sundown."

For all her testiness, Ranabi proves herself a helpful hand. Wenever she's stressed, which seems to be most times, she throws herself right into her work. In this case, she and Bakhum head off with the cart to begin unpacking at the indicated area. Kharjan sticks around to answer you.

"Kharaya handled herself well. Do not be discouraged; Ranabi is right when she is saying that this is the way of it, sometimes. Many Nords do not see Khajiit as people, but nuisances, or toys. It is frustrating, yes, but we must meet them with a smile if we are to do business in their lands. Be saving any ill-feelings for negotiations, yes? It will feel all the better when we are flensing them of their coin."

It seems time to join with the others, but before you do, Kharjan stops you with a gentle hand.

"Kharjan is happy to see Kharaya is so concerned with Ranabi. She is young to the trade, just as Kharaya is. There is much to be had in common. Kharaya is a sweet girl, naive in ways Ranabi is not... but, Ranabi is naive in ways Kharaya is not," Though cryptic at first, he explains in better detail after a moment, gazing back to see that the others were out of earshot.

"This one had the pleasure of speaking with Ranabi before the caravan set out for Skyrim. She is from Cyrodil, home of the Empire, where they are not so open with making love as in Elsweyr. When she heard Kharaya and Bakhum enjoying one another, she tried to hide her interest, but Kharjan sees through these things. She is young like Kharaya, and so she has the same needs as Kharaya."

Perhaps realizing he's begun to ramble, he brings things to a more concise point.

"Kharjan thinks it would be good if she were to learn to live a little, hm? To enjoy her younger years before she begins to grey at the whiskers as Kharjan has. He is thinking she might be looking forward to meeting this son of Battle-Born again; Kharjan saw the twinkle in her eyes when she mentions his kindness," He grins, although there's an almost paternal affection to his usually devilish expression, "Perhaps Kharaya can see she is finding his pleasant company tonight, yes? He is thinking it may do her nerves good to share the bed of one she is fond of, and to help calm her for the journey to come."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Kharaya nods along with Kharjan's words. In the end, it was the business that mattered. "In that case, it is good Kharjan helped Kharaya in the way that he had." Kharaya says, cupping her chest and adjusting her dress to demonstrate what she was speaking of. "If that is how Nords see Khajiit, then Khajiit would be wise to take advantage of what benefits they could get from that, no? This one mentioned before she would like you to help find suitable attire for her if possible. This one now believes this task to be more important. If Kharjan can help strengthen this advantage then it should help both with profits and dealing with difficult locals."

Kharaya is surprised when Kharjan stops her to continue the conversation and listens intently. As she follows along, an intrigued smile began to play on this one's lips. "Oooh... that is most interesting. Yes, Kharaya would wish to help with this. It would be Kharaya's honour, even, to help Ranabi with this." This one finds herself scratching her chin as she muses ways to assist Ranabi, though little planning could be done until she had a chance to meet the Battle-Born in question. "When Kharaya and Ranabi go into the city later, Kharaya will be sure to encourage Ranabi in finding comfort and relaxation with this Battle-Born. It would be good to see her happy in the morning. And hopefully relaxed too for once."

With this said and done, Kharaya begins helping set up the camp with the others. Her own tent was front facing by the road, taking fashion after Yahzin's style of managing affairs. She lacked any of the fanciful carpets Yahzin had, but could make do with simpler furs for now to offer her a place to sit and greet customers. All there could be done was wait and announce that Khajiit had wares if passing travellers had coin and enjoy the company of her companions while awaiting these potential customers.