Robert
"Hmm... Perhaps this one shall purchase one of these handheld cannons. But I must ask how much it shall set me back, and how are they used? The mechanisms look quite complicated to me."
Tam
"The prices vary depending on what you go for, same with ammunition. Cartridges are 10 septims each, but khajiit can also sell you what you need to make your own cartridges." He says, "And they're quite simple to use, but this one does not think it wise to show you how to use it here."
Robert
"Of course not! Khajiit may be adventurous, but he doesn't go around firing cannons in the middle of a town. Perhaps outside the city would be better? It seems that it is still raining, however."

*The sound of rain hitting the walls was still audible, but quieter than when Dar'Rakkhi had first entered. Perhaps it was dying down, slowly.*
Tam
"We shall wait for the rain to part. This one dislikes getting wet." He says with a laugh, "There are things you will need to get used to, they are quite loud, and aiming is different from a bow or crossbow."
Robert
"So be it. Until then, perhaps I could talk more of where I am from. You have spoken of your family and caravan, and so I shall speak of my family... Oh, it has been so long since my mind wandered to Senchal. My earliest home. I still remember the winds of the sea wafting through the city, the sounds of bustling ports and busy roads, and the taste of salt in the air. Such a beautiful city. It is where this one is from, where I met her..."

*Sejdah began to trail off a bit, falling quiet. A brief, somber look on his face. And then, it switched back like nothing happened.*

"Ah, it is where Khajiit first began learning of the sea, working the docks. My strength and agility came in quite handy during those days."
Tam
"This one visited Senchal when he was younger, even saw one of the Sload Floaters pick up a delivery. Quite a sight." He says, "Khajiit has never sailed before, the Baandari stick to roads, less variables to worry about when on land."