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(I know; the message is that we're homeless. I don't know what else to use!)

The other Khajiits stood. Aksel and his group were brought to their knees. "Makor, I think you should-"

"Quiet! Everyone, these three were found wandering. They're homeless and need supplies. But...they seem dangerous."

(Beggar. Very common in Elder Scrolls.)

I whisper to Akel. "When do you think we'll be able to do this?"

"Shh!"

The Khajiits murmured to each other.

"Makor. They're gonna kill us. I know it."

I speak in a voice that only Aksel and Makor can hear.

"My magic has regenerated, should I get us out of here with invisibility?"

"No. We fight."

"Tell me when."

The Khajiit looked down on Aksel. "Who are you, Bosmer?"

"I'm Makor gro-Baroth, chief of Orsinium." Aksel kept a straight face.

The Khajiit looked back to his group. "Maybe he can amuse us for the night."

He looked to Thomas. "And you?"

I make a lie on the spot in a second that they have no way of knowing it is a lie.

"I am a journalist who got lost on the way back home to Whiterun."

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{I'M NOT ZORK. I'M THOMAS. GET OVER THE CHANGE.}

I make a lie on the spot in a second that they have no way of knowing it is a lie.

"I am a journalist who got lost on the way back home to Whiterun."

(We are, damn calm down son, please don't tell me what to do.)