Ri'vashi shrugged her shoulders. "This one guesses it is simply part of us. Moon sugar has been a part of our culture for as long as our people have been keeping records. When every member of every generation of your family has had a preference for the sweet taste of crystallized moonlight...well, maybe the taste for it is hereditary. We enjoy any kind of sweetness, but moon sugar is usually preferred."

With a relaxed expression, Ri'vashi leaned back in her chair, and even put her feet up on the table in front of them. She ended up pushing aside a few of the documents onto the floor of the tent. Even in her most casual of states, it was not something she would normally do, but in this case, all of the documents she had been working with were now essentially useless, since none of her attempts at an alternative plan had been successful. "From all your time in Elsweyr, seeing it from one corner to the other, what do you think of the Khajiit? Some outsiders think we're primitive tribals, others see us as drug addicted outlaws. Some, usually religious, outsiders see a few of our practices as hedonistic. Others enjoy our different lifestyles, and end up never leaving. Really, the biggest mistake Ri'vashi thinks some outsiders make is assuming all of Elsweyr is the same. One of them might visit a city in Pelletine and assume one in Anequina must be the same. You, though, have seen all different parts of our lands."