The tavern was quiet, with just a few regulars and the barkeep around. You were enjoying your cheap, satisfying ale, wondering why there weren’t more patrons. You are suddenly ripped from thought as a hefty Khajiit woman in just her underwear squeezed past your table, bumping into you slightly as she carried a platter of sweetrolls and mugs of mead. Noticing your concerned expression, she flashed you a toothy grin.

“This one thinks you have something to say to Zi’Rasha.”