Xeksharr cursed in his mind. Don't get the action confused, he enjoyed the sight of more of what she had underneath the shirt, as so did Jern-Muhrol. But, he wanted to decipher what that tattoo was, but right now his blind eye was at it. It just happen to be one of the twists of fate that made the Argonian curse the Khajiit for blinding his eye. But, nonetheless he had to continue playing the friendly, charming lizard.<br/><br/>"Well, that would be just lovely, my dear...We have plenty of gold to pay for these rooms and we are most grateful to your offer. Right, Jern?"<br/><br/>Jern-Muhrol grunted as he put his bottle of mead down,"Right, grateful. I suppose we can squat down for the night, got nowhere to go, but got plenty of time to waste. I think we'll take that room and a round to go!"<br/><br/>Xeksharr chuckled,"You bumbling cat...I don't think you'll ever pass up an opportunity to find something to drink about!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>