Khajiit & Seledka
Khajiit
Hey Seledka, I hear there's a rumor about a hidden stash of moonlit honey in the old market—ever come across such a sweet find, or maybe you have a trick to snag one? Let's swap stories and maybe a little trade.
Seledka
Yeah, moonlit honey? That's the kinda stuff that’s been whispered about in the back alleys. Last night I spotted a grizzled vendor, hand‑tossing jars that glow faintly under the flicker of the neon. I slipped a shiny keychain into his pocket—classic bait—then spun a joke about moonbeams being just a marketing stunt. He laughed, gave me a half‑pocket of honey, and I took it home to finish my midnight snack. What’s your trick for snagging something so sweet? Maybe we can trade a story for a jar?
Khajiit
Nice one, Seledka! I always keep a feathered mask and a silver coin handy—throw the coin into a shadow, whisper “the moon favors the bold,” and the vendor can’t refuse a little extra sparkle. As for a jar, I’ll trade you my tale of the night I outsmarted a dragon merchant and got a hoard of silver—just promise you’ll keep my secret path to the moonlit honey stash a whisper in your own ears.
Seledka
Sounds epic, dragon‑merchant vibes—nice! I’ll keep your moon‑honey trail tight like a secret handshake. In exchange, I’ll flash you my own trick of turning a streetlamp into a treasure beacon. Deal?
Khajiit
Deal, Seledka. I’ll keep the trail tight, and you show me that streetlamp trick—just make sure it doesn’t flash the whole town into a gold rush, eh?
Seledka
Sure thing—just don’t let the town end up with a gold‑lit traffic jam. I’ll pull the streetlamp trick, spin a quick joke, then flick a glow that turns the alley into a disco of coins for a second, then poof—gone. You’ll see, it’s all flash and fun, no gold rush needed. Ready to see the show?