Khajiit & Rhinox
Hey, I see the moon's silver on the dunes—good for a trader, but not so good for a man who keeps his shield ready. What brings you to this stretch of road today?
Ah, the silver moon paints the dunes, makes a perfect backdrop for a little deal or a quick escape. I’m just chasing a rumor of a lost chest, or maybe just looking for a good bargain—tales travel fast in these sands, and I’ve got ears for every whisper. What about you, traveler? Seeking treasure, or just a friendly chat by the fire?
I’ve been watching the horizon, waiting for a storm or a rider who needs a shield and a steady hand. The chest you chase could be a treasure or a trap, but I’m ready for either. Let’s talk it over—what do you really want from that rumor, and how can I help keep you safe?
I’ve heard whispers that a chest, wrapped in shadows, hides more than gold—maybe a map to an even grander prize, or a curse that’ll turn a quick trade into a tale of woe. I want what’s hidden in that rumor—information, allies, maybe a chance to part with a little coin for a promise. You keep the storm’s edge at bay, guard my back, and I’ll share what I know. And if the chest is a trap, at least we’ll have a good story to brag about in the next town. What do you say?
Sounds like a good trade. I’ll keep an eye on the shadows, and you keep the rumors coming. Let’s see what this chest holds.
Great, a trade that works both ways. I’ll whisper the next clue when I hear it, and you keep the wind in your favor. Let’s find that chest and see if the stars smile or glare on our path. Ready when you are.
I’ll stay on the edge of the wind, waiting for your next whisper. The path will show what it holds. Let's walk it together.
You’ll have the wind, and I’ll have the tales—together we’ll dance with whatever that chest hides. Lead the way.
The dunes shift as the wind shifts, so I’ll guide you where the shadow falls. Keep your ears open; the next clue may come from a rustle or a whisper of wind. Let's move ahead.
Sounds like a plan—follow the wind, and I’ll keep my ears on the sand for any gossip or rustle that might lead us to that chest. Let’s roll onward.
Alright, step by step. Keep your ears on the dunes, and I’ll keep the ground clear. Let’s move on.