Debbie
Sa'varni handed the rock over eagerly. "Take a closer look, yes? This one assures you that all is fine and well! No...? Um. Well, Khajiit supposes that is okay. "

Hmph. Sa'varni scratched his ear and looked down at the beardog. 

It set his fur on edge. He took a teeny step away.

"Well," He began after a short time. "Surely you are aware of the great Rajhin? How can one have such clear familiarity with the khajiiti language without knowing of the gods?"
Deborah
*Sharjo gave a soft scratchy chuckle, his hand went to his hips. Turning to face Sa'varni*

**"Hmph, This one doesn't know much of Khajiit Culture... Agzirr Jhavanzi. Only know of our habits, we Khajiit's sabana'a. Sharjo raised from Imperials.."**

*Sighing, his ears sunk down. Grabbing his earnings of the sale, slipping said Septim within his pouch. Hooking back infront of his belt*

**"Hmm?"**

*Giving more glance to Sa'varni*
Debbie
Sa'varni looked frustrated. Just one major sale, that was all he needed. Surely a fellow Khajiit would understand, even if his background was a bit different?

"The Imperials? How did that happen? Sa'varni has been raised in Elsweyr and has not yet visited the land of the Imperials. How did you come to learn Ta'agra?"