Without even a hint of disappointment, Gallus replaced the severed head into the bag of supplies again. "As you wish," he added.

With the rest of the group ready to move out, Gallus regarded Meesei with a concerned look, and then began moving with his eyes to the rocky ground. "Are there any other options for finding out more about this, though? I do not like the idea of Vile having a gambit that we cannot anticipate."

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"Um..." Rhazii pursed his lips tightly as he thought back and hummed. "Only meat and the food on the ship. Mama does not like me eating too much moon sugar."

Fendros elaborated, "I think any Khajiit cuisine that Rhazii has eaten were treats anyway. There hasn't been much opportunity with the rations from Senchal to here." Fendros leaned around to catch Rhazii's eye. "You remember that pudding that Ophelia made for you back at the Bruma festival, little one? I believe that was a Khajiit meal."

Rhazii's eyes widened as they turned to Fendros. "The cup of sweet milk that wobbled? With the berries?" he asked excitedly.

Fendros nodded.

At this, Rhazii's head shot to Jo'rashaad with yet more anticipation than before. He raised his voice, "All the food is like that!?"