Sabuit narrowed her eyes at the Khajiit making his way out of the store back to his erstwhile companion, the other Khajiit at the store's entrance. She could still hear his words ringing in her ears... [i]"my sweet, pretty little Dunmer..."[/i] Who the hell was 'he' to refer to her in such a way?! It made her sound like a harlot or a courtesan, and certainly not the daughter of a noble family, however 'minor' they might be in the grand scheme of things! With a sigh, she turned back to the shopkeep, who shrugged and took hold of Sabuit's food. "He's 'such' a character, that one. I swear, he's just trying his best to bed me at any opportunity."

"It would appear he regards all females in the same category." Sabuit responded, somewhat coolly and still unhappy over the Khajiit's method of talking to her. "Regardless, how much?"

"Not one to mince your words, I see..." The shopkeeper was slightly taken aback by Sabi's businesslike countenance, but she took it in her stride. "That will be," a brief pause ensued whilst the shopkeep did some basic sums, "about 12 septims, all in all, and definitely contrary to what that rascal earlier tried to have you believe." Sabuit nodded and fished out her coin purse and laid out 12 gold coins, which the shopkeep collected and placed into a bag behind the counter. "Do you need anything else whilst you're here?"

Sabuit thought for a moment, racking her brains to remember if there was anything missing... Aha! "Yes, actually. Do you have a cutting knife suitable for meat - my own snapped yesterday whilst I was skinning a deer, and I planned to buy a replacement here..."

"One minute." The shopkeep walked over to a back area of the shop and began rummaging around for a knife, leaving Sabuit once again alone with her thoughts. Try as she might, she couldn't keep herself from thinking back to the scoundrel Khajiit who had been such 'a character' as the shopkeep put it. He did possess 'some' roguish charm, Sabuit admitted to herself, and his rambunctious, swashbuckling manner was certainly not without it's own charms. He wouldn't look out of place on a pirate ship, she thought with a slight smile. After all, there must be plenty roving the coasts, especially around here. After a few minutes, the shopkeep returned with a carving knife that was exactly what Sabuit was looking for. "The knife is another 10." Sabuit nodded again and laid out another 10 gold coins. "Thank you. Oh, and try not to use that carving knife on Ja'Ranjo, would you? For all of his irritation, it's amusing to see his struggles."

Sabuit smiled. "I will try. Thank you." She gathered together her purchases and headed for the door. Now, to find a suitable place to eat... She headed for a nearby hillock that overlooked the harbour area of the town. There, she lay out a blanket and began cutting the meat into small slices to eat with the bread and butter. A simple meal, but it would do. Once more, her thoughts went back to that Khajiit. Ja'Ranjo, as the shopkeep called him... Sabuit was unfamiliar with Khajiit naming customs, and so if the name meant anything in particular she was ignorant of it, but at least she now had a name to put to the face, of she ever saw him. His words still rang in her ears as a town bell's peal might do if you stood too close to it... It both enraged her that he would have the guts to talk in such a manner... and yet intrigued her. She wanted to know more about this Ja'Ranjo person. She took a bite of bread, butter and meat and thought about how best to approach him if she ever came across him again. Sabuit wasn't good with people - she never had been competent in social situations, and so it was difficult to think of anything to say. Her mind blanked. She shrugged and opened up her knapsack and pulled out [i]The White Devil[/i] once again and started to read, taking another bite of her food.