The unarmoured Khajiit giving water to the horses turned his head to Meesei with one raised ear. "You are one leader, yes? We speak." The Khajiit quickly finished up and turned to Meesei properly. He looked and sounded slightly groggy, but he gave full attention. "Do she speak Ta'agra? This one speak small Cyrodilic only. He has apology."

The other soldiers gave Meesei an unsure look. They had not interacted with her before. The one brushing sand off their spare clothing made a comment under his breath in Ta'agra that made the leader scowl and give him a serious look. The leader said something firmly in return and the upstart went back to his duties after no more than a nervous affirmation.

"He has apology again." The leader faced Meesei again with his tired face again, "Destir is rude Khajiit. He will be punish. Now, what is speaking reason? Has one of Qito's men be rude Khajiit to tribe?"